#hmm I wonder what that creepy chuckling in the hallway is

[noivoom]

Y'know, when Ruin first showed up I thought that if Bloodmoon were still around, they would either get along like a house on fire (and the house would BE on fire knowing those three) or they would LOATHE each other with a burning passion (drop everything and kill each other on sight like a pack of feral chihuahuas level hatred), with no in-between.

Unfortunately for the gang I was right and it's the first one lmao

[jays-rus]

Ghosty Dance

You and Danny get closer and closer by the second.

TRIGGER WARNING: Sewerslide

“You can see me?” I asked, glancing around your house with the house phone tucked snuggly against my ear.

” ‘Course I can, doll. Blue really does wonders for you.”

His cocky tone made me scoff as I glanced down at the blood red pajamas that clung loosely to my skin.

I scoff and say "Blue? are you colorblind? Im wearing red not blue" i say sarcastically; looking around myself.

”Right, darlin’.” The person on the otherside as I shifted a little to adjust my position. Then your gaze drifted to the cordless phone cradled in my hand. Why haven’t I hung up yet? I wondered.

"Are you going to continue to be creepy? Cause rather than you scaring me your entertaining me. I kinda find you endearing…" I say in a honey sweet voice

”Oh honey, I ain’t tryin’ to scare ya.”

His voice had me tilting my head to one side, curious with the strange familiarity of it.

”Maybe you oughta tell me your name, doll.”

"You ought to tell me yours first 'Doll' " i say sarcastically

Fair enough, sugar.”

He paused, obviously weighing his options.

”You can call me Danny.”

"Danny? I like the sound of that" I say, I pause and speak again "Y/n, Y/n is my name but you can call me N/n" I say in a hesitant voice

”Y/n's a beaut’ of a name. Why’d you hesitate?”

The phone pressed against your ear became uncomfortably warm, my free hand toying with my long tresses.

”You got a boyfriend?”

"A boyfriend? I wish but no" I say in a shallow tone

”No boyfriend…hmm.”

He let my words hang in the air for a few moments before breaking the silence with a new question.

”You live alone?”

" Sadly, I could die and no one would know or care." I say in a sad tone

”Damn, darlin’…”

I noticed a hint of concern in his response, the phone growing hotter in my palm.

”Why you thinkin’ bout that?”

" Bound to happen one day: anyways ive got to go, been nice talking to you Danny" I say as I hang up the phone, I put the phone on the kitchen counter and make my way towards the hallway. I make my way upstairs to my bedroom and flop on my bed.

The line went dead with a soft click.

I felt a familiar tension in your body as your eyes traced the cracked walls of my room.

I didn’t want to be alone, but you felt an overwhelming need to just rest your eyes for a moment. I just need a quick thirty minute nap…

But just then, as if I summoned him, a warm breath washed over my face.

I open my eyes and see a shadow standing next to my bed, the shadow doesnt have a threatening Ora just a dark one.

”Hey, darlin…”

His voice seemed to echo in my mind.

I couldn’t see him clearly, but I could make out the shape of a well-built man, the dark silhouette standing beside my bed.

I speak " ya'know if you could keep quite itd be helpful seeing as i have a headache" I say in a sassy tone "And stop breathing on me"

”My bad, sugar.”

You could hear the small chuckle in his tone, and I felt his presence shift towards the foot of my bed, away from my face.

A part of me wanted to be afraid, but for some reason I found the man in the darkness comforting rather than frightening.

”Right, sorry…”

Another small chuckle drifted into the room, and I could feel him sitting at the edge of my bed.

For a few moments, there was no noise, aside from the soft breathing the man seemed to be doing.

I was just about to fall back asleep when his voice cut through the silence again.

”Can I ask you something, darlin’?”

"You already are, but fine continue afterwards do you promise to be quite?" I say

“Promise.”

There was an almost childish quality to his voice, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

”Now on to the question. You said you live alone, right?”

“Promise.”

There was an almost childish quality to his voice, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

"Yes what about it?" i say with a questioning voice

”Hmm…would you mind if I stayed the night?”

The man’s voice was filled with an unspoken need, and the heat of his breath swept over your skin.

I take a moment to think on it. "You can stay the night yes, but there is only one bed. And no you're sleeping on the floor, Ill keep the lights off since you probably want to keep your face hidden yes? if so ill throw a blanket and pillow down there for you" I say as i start throwing 2 blankets and 2 pillows down for you on the floor.

”Darlin’ that’s real sweet of you, but there’s no way I’m gettin’ comfy down there.”

There was a pause, and when he spoke again his voice was firm.

”I’m sharing the bed with you.”

I huff as i scoot towards the wall dragging my blanket along with me. "Grab the bedding from the floor, we are not sharing a blanket. I dont know where your body has been or what your into. and change out of those ragged rugs, you can keep your mask just change your clothes you stink, theres clothes in the closet that will probably fit you." I say

“You’re a real ball-buster you know that, right?”

You heard his footsteps creaking across your cracked floor as he went to the closet.

”If you’re gonna be stubborn like that then I’m sleeping naked.”

"What?!" I shriek

”Kidding.”

There was a pause as the sound of his steps died down.

”Now scoot over”

"I did, youre not that big. Im pressed up against the edge of the bed and the wall so stop complaining" I say in a annoyed tone

”Quit your bitching. I’m just tryin’ to get comfortable here.”

There was a moment of silence before you felt his breath wash over you again.

”It’s kinda hot in here…”

[ghostlywritten]

If Only I Had Stayed In The Shadows - Chapter Twelve

James Potter x OC

A/N: At last, the long awaited chapter. Sorry for the wait, my laptop has been failing on me. Hope you enjoy.

Words: 3,8k

Prologue  Chapter One   Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine  Chapter Ten  Chapter Eleven

It was the last weekend before the beginning of the exams for literally everybody. The library was packed with not a single seat unoccupied as well as the common room, where people had even taken to sitting on the floor to study, the dorms being too sitfling.

I had been one of the lucky ones to get a seat at a table, revising my notes with James next to me.

"How do you brew the Elixir to Induce Euphoria?"

"You add shrivelfig, porcupine quills and stir four times anti-clockwise. Then you add a sprig of peppermint, Sopophorous beans and wormwood and stir six times anti-clockwise," James recited, twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers.

"That is correct."

"Yes!"

"Alright, your turn-"

"Hey, what about my reward?" James asked and I looked at him questioningly, "My kiss?" He pouted and I gave in almost immediately, not being able to resist his big earth-coloured eyes as I leant forward to press my lips against his.

"Hmm, that's it," he hummed approvingly and it made my face grow as I thought of him saying it during certain other circumstances. I was a girl, a sixteen year old girl, and of bloody course my mind would wander towards certain things that I could be doing instead of studying, now that I had a boyfriend...things, that I couldn't have had managed before on my own. And with a boyfriend as hot as mine I couldn't help but let my gaze linger whenever he stretched himself during Quidditch warm-ups, causing his shirt to deliciously rile up and reveal his abs, or watching him bite his lips whenever he concentrated hard on something, wishing he would bite me-

"Love? Cec? Hellooo?" James snapped his fingers in front of my face and I blinked. "Are you spacing out on me? Siriusly? After you dragged my ass to sit and study with you? Jeez, then ungratefulness stinks," he huffed in mock-annoyance and I shook my head to get the thoughts out.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"It's my turn. What colour does the Potion have and what is it for?"

"The colour should be a bright yellow and as the name implies, it's supposed to induce the drinker in a sudden euphoria."

"That is absolutely correct!"

"Of course it is," I replied arrogantly, flinging my hair before giggling. James smirked, leaning forward. "Come and get your reward then." My heart leaped in my chest but I managed to stop him with a hand on his chest. "Nah, I'm good," I teased with a shrug, briefly wondering where Marlene was. She would have been so proud of me right now. James frowned for a second before promptly throwing himself on me. "Uff, James!" I exclaimed, pearls of laughter escaping as he snuck his arms around me to lessen the blow of landing on the hard floor, pinning me down effectively with his body.

"How dare you reject my generous offer of rewarding you with a kiss?" James said gravely, chuckles drifting through his words, "You shall be punished with more rewards."

"Bite me!"

"Gladly!" I squealed as he started attacking my neck, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin.

"Can you stop with your childish antics?!” Lily's voice ripped through our laughter. She stood up with a peeved look, gathering her things. "Some people are actually trying to study!" She stormed off before any of us could form an answer.

James sprang up, adjusting his glasses as he held out a hand for me whilst looking after her. I brushed off any dirt from my clothes and went to sit down.

"I should probably go and check on her," he suggested and I wanted to ask why when he was already taking off.

"Alright," I said lamely to his back, watching until he disappeared through the portrait hole. I plopped back down on my seat, glancing at Alice, who was completely immersed in her notes, not even aware her best friend's departure. Looking down at my own notes, I tried to focus but my eyes kept drifting from word to word without taking anything in as my mind kept replaying the way James ran after Lily with little to no hesitation. 

'You're thinking too much into it...

...I wonder what they are doing right now...'

I sighed loudly, frustrated that I couldn't let it go. Peeking at the only studious girl at the table, I stood up. "I'm...gonna go to the loo," I excused myself and left when I received no response.

Walking out of the common room, I promptly slapped myself on the forehead.

Was I really going to follow them like a creepy, insecure girlfriend? Obviously.

Was I going to find them with the head start they had now? Obviously not. Dumbass.

Glancing back at the portrait of the Fat Lady guarding our entrance, I pondered whether to go back inside or try looking for them. Lily was most likely heading to the library to join Remus at his study table that he had occupied since this morning. I cringed at my own behaviour when I decided to look for them. 'Im just making sure she's fine so I can focus back on my exams,' I reassured myself, 'Nothing creepy about tha-'

"Ow-!"

"Oi, Cec," Sirius greeted me gruffly, holding onto my arm until I steadied myself as he had bumped against me quite strongly, "Sorry about that. Didn't see you from the corner."

"It's all good," I replied, glad for the distraction as I straightened my robe and looked up at him. He seemed distraught, his hair unkempt and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. I would have guessed he had a good snogging session if it weren't for the sad glistening in his eyes. "Hey Sirius," I called softly as he fidgeted, already turning away, "Is everything alright?"

"Hm?" he looked over his shoulder, his expression carefully blank, "Yeah, of course. Everything is fine. Why?"

I shrugged, not wanting to point out how he seemed less than his usual joyful facade. "Just asking. Where you've been anyway? I thought we would study together in the common room?"

His face twisted into something akin to anguish and I furrowed my eyebrows. "I was with Reg..ulus," he said, turning away.

"Did som-"

"Look, I don't wanna talk about it," he snapped.

"Sirius..." He stormed off towards the portrait hole and I was left staring after a back for the second time this day. I felt the worry built up, sensing that something bad must have happened. Because, no matter how hurt or angry Sirius was, he was always very good at hiding it. Unless he was drunk or something major had happened. And since he didn't seem drunk right now...my feet started moving before my mind had been made up, walking back towards the Fat Lady and pushing every thought of James and Lily into the back of my mind. This was urgent, my platonic soulmate was in pain after all.

Stepping into the common room, I spotted the black-haired boy rush up the boys dormitory and steeled myself before following him upstairs, hoping nobody saw me step to left instead of the right passage towards the rooms. I tentatively walked down the small hallway I had never dared to step in in all my six years before, searching the signs on the doors for the Sixth Year's dormitories. Pressing an ear on one of the doors, I listened for any sound. Fortunately, there were some shuffles and the familiar voice of my friend cursing as he dropped something heavy. Just as I contemplated on whether to knock, the door swung up revealing Sirius, who had rid himself of his robe and jumper, holding a bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand and the other tightly wound around the door handle.

"What are you doing?" he asked, narrowing his shining eyes.

"I-"

"Just leave," he grumbled, his voice tense as he was holding back the tears that hadn't fallen yet. Dread filled me now as he rushed past me to the bathroom, shutting the door soundly behind him. Something was seriously wrong. This time, I didn't hesitate to follow him, pushing back the cringe at opening a boy's bathroom and peeking in. The room was empty except for one shower cabinet in the far back where the water was turned on, running at full blast.

"Sirius, I hope you are not naked, because I'm coming in," I warned, giving him a second before I opened the cabinet to find him sitting on the floor, drinking from the bottle of Firewhiskey as the water pattered down on him.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" he mumbled, his voice thick and croaky from the burn of the alcohol, "I don't want to talk about it." He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as the water trickled down on his face and further, drenching his clothes.

"We don't need to talk," I said quietly, hoping he could hear me over the water, "I just wanna be here for you." And with that, I stepped in fully-clothed and closed the cabinet door behind me, sliding down next to him as I proceeded to get completely wet in a less than a few seconds. Sirius kept quiet, only raising his bottle to me before pressing it against his own lips when I shook my head, wondering which of the drops trailing down his face were from the shower head and which from his sorrowful eyes.

I wasn't sure how long we sat there but Sirius got up after what seemed like hours, clearing his throat as he lowered the water volume. "I'm...gonna get you the Invisibility Cloak so you can sneak out. Wait here." I nodded. "And don't turn the water off or someone might come in." I nodded again and he stepped over me, pushing the door open and disappearing from sight. I sighed as he left, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of my clothes sticking to my skin. He came back after a few minutes with cloak and wand in hand, casting a Hot Air Charm over me as I got up and turned off the shower head. It was completely silent, but somber in some way as we proceeded to walk out of the bathroom with me under the cloak and him at the front. He held the door open, squinting to see if I had passed and I mumbled a quiet 'thanks' when I was out.

Nodding, he stepped out as well, shoving his hands into his pockets, having dried himself as well. "I will...see you around," he said, a softness in his voice and slightly slurring, "I'm just gonna head to bed."

I nodded before realising he couldn't see me. "Okay. Sleep well, Sirius."

"You too."

Turning away, I took a few steps when I heard Sirius whisper my name. "Cec, I- thank you. For being there," he stammered, seeming uncharacteristically unsure of himself. I wondered then, how many people he had shown his emotional side before. Guessing from what I knew about him, I would say it dwindled down to the four people he kept the closest plus maybe Regulus. It warmed me, that he now included me into that circle as well even if I kind of forced him to as I had followed him around. "Cec?" he called out questioningly, his grey eyes flittering around as he pondered whether I was still there or not. I quickly stepped back towards him, carefully taking his hand and squeezing it slightly. "You're more than welcome, Sirius," I whispered and his eyes softened when I raised my cloak to let him see me for a split second. "Good night."

"Good night."

Walking down to the common room, I noticed a considerably less amount of people were gathered around to study, mostly Fifth and Seventh Years. But Alice was still there and even Marlene had joined her, though her face rested on her notes as she drooled on them, fast asleep. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I noticed it was past nine o'clock. The thoughts of Lily and James that I had pushed into the back of my mind resurfaced and I swept the room with my eyes in search of either of them. There was no way Lily would have gone to bed so early on the last days before the exam and I briefly remembered all the times we had together to study until past midnight for our O.W.L.'s last year. 'Was she still at the library?' But the library had been closed for an hour now.

My stomach grumbled in that moment and the sound resonated throughout the otherwise quiet room. I blushed, despite the fact that no one could see me under the cloak, as a few heads raised in confusion. Only now did I realise how hungry I was since I had missed dinner and also skipped lunch earlier this day. 'A quick snack from the kitchen it is,' I decided, walking towards the entrance and out of the common room. 'And on my way I can make a short detour to see if Lily actually managed to convince Madam Pince to let her stay past the closing hours to study. Wouldn't put it past her to play the Prefect Card for this.'

Skipping down the stairs, I took the corridor to the library and found it entirely deserted. I sighed relieved, not knowing what exactly I was relieved for, as I turned away to head towards the kitchen. The halls were empty and dark, with the occasional light of the half-moon breaking through the tall windows and I breathed in the fresh air of a summer night, enjoying the peaceful silence as I strolled towards the kitchen.

But the peace would only last for so long.

I reached the corridor with the painting of the fruit bowl, fastening my steps as my stomach gave another protesting growl. Just when I was about to tickle the pear in the painting, anticipating all the good food the elves would cook in a matter of minutes, the door opened from the inside, nearly banging against my forehead. I stumbled back as the door swung to the side, revealing James. My heart skipped a beat in surprise but also at the sight of twinkling eyes that seemed unnaturally light in all the darkness surrounding us. Grinning, I grasped at the hem of the cloak, ready to spook him when he turned back towards the kitchens, engulfing his face in a warm glow of light coming from the big room.

A shadow crossed his features and he held his hand out for Lily, who was laughing softly as she took it, letting him help her out of the hole. "Thanks," she said.

"You are very welcome," James replied with a grin as the door shut close, engulfing us all in a sudden darkness. I blinked, squinting in hopes to see better as my eyes adjusted. For a second everything was silent before the two started walking. Biting my lip, I followed them before I could think about what I was doing. 'We are all headed to the same direction, I can't help it that I need to walk behind them. And since I'm not hungry anymore- oh, who am I kidding, I'm starving,' I complained to myself, cursing my brain for having the urge to spy on the two in all my insecure glory.

They walked in silence for a while before standing on the staircase.

"Thanks for the food," Lily spoke up as they waited for the stairs to stop moving, "I really needed it."

"Figures. You didn't eat anything today," James replied.

"How do you know that?"

"Eh," I could practically feel him blush as he stammered for an answer. "I just saw you and Cec studying all day, so I guessed that you hadn't eaten anything yet. Cec hasn't at least."

"Right," Lily said quietly, walking up the stairs as they stopped moving. I followed silently, watching the moon reflect on her brilliant red hair and noticing James did, too. "You know, I was surprised how you two suddenly got together."

"Hm?" James hummed, looking at his shoes as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robes.

"I mean, one day you were asking me out and the other you were suddenly hanging around with her and started dating," Lily said in joking manner and James chuckled along, though I couldn't grasp the joke in it. "It was...surprising, yeah," she ended awkwardly and the mood turned somber.

"Well, I guess it surprised a lot of people," James chuckled again, seemingly nervous as he ran a hand through his messy mop of hair. "But, Cec is great. She is amazing, really," he added, his voice turning steady and gentle, tugging at my heart strings. I felt a smile form on my face.

"She is quite great, yeah," Lily agreed softly. Now I felt bad for eavesdropping. 'You're siriusly messed up, dumbass,' I scolded myself. But I didn't stop. "I'm happy for you guys. It's nice to see Cec so happy and seeing a normal side of you."

James scoffed, "Normal?"

"What?" Lily giggled.

"What side of me has not been normal before?"

"I'm just saying, it's refreshing to know a side of you that wouldn't enchant cupids to read me sappy poems and throw pink glitter all over me," Lily recalled, laughing to herself as James blushed beet-red.

"Well, normal is overrated anyway," he muttered into his tie, smiling as Lily bumped her fist against his arms.

"I kinda miss it," she said and I noticed her eyes widen as soon as the sentence left her mouth. James' lips quirked up, his eyes shining. "Do you now?" he asked smugly, laughing as she slapped his arm.

"I mean," she started but paused. The mood turned slightly somber as she fiddled with her sleeve.

"You mean?" James prompted almost eagerly and I bit my lip, the tugging in my heart strings turning to harsh pulls.

Lily sighed, "It's nothing. Just, now that I know the 'normal' side of you, the one, you probably show to your friends and Cec...I think, all the stuff you used to do was quite endearing."

James kept quiet for a second. "You mean, when I endlessly chased after you?"

"All the things you did to ask me out. The cupids, the flowers, the sweets...," I distinctly heard Lily gulp as she stopped and turned towards him, causing him to falter in his steps, too. "I didn't recognise it back then, but it must have cost you a lot of effort and I think that's sweet..." James held his breath. "...and a little bit excessive." They both chuckled lightly before turning quiet, staring at the other.

"So, it was not for nothing after all," James muttered softly, almost as if he were dazed as he stared into her eyes. I clutched at the cloak tightly, feeling cold all of a sudden.

Lily cocked her head to the side, strands of red hair gliding over her shoulder like ocean waves. "Yeah. It did not get me to say yes back then, but..."

"But?" James pressed, taking a step forward.

Lily took a deep breath as if she were preparing herself for something, "But...if I had known this side of you before, I might have agreed. To- you know." I stilled, my tight grip on the cloak loosening slightly. James' eyes widened and I could see the elation spread through his face even if he didn't smile.

"To going out with me?" he asked breathlessly. Lily hesitated before she nodded. For a minute, we all stood in silence as James stared at her, dumbfounded. Lily's eyes flickered around as if she were scared to get caught. "Anyway, it doesn't matter!" she stated, too loudly for the quiet atmosphere, "I mean, you are with Cec now and you guys are happy."

"Yeah...yeah we are," James said, still in stupor.

"Yeah, so..." Lily gestured forward, turning to start walking again.

"But what if we aren't?" James spoke up, causing her to halt in her footsteps. My heart stopped.

"What?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.

It was James' turn to take a deep breath as if he were preparing himself for something, "What if Cec and I weren't happy?"

Lily furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean? You guys look besotted with each other."

"Yeah, that's the thing," James said firmly, determination flooding his features. "We look like we are besotted with each other. It was an act." I swayed slightly as if I had been punched in the chest. "It was just an act." It was just an act. The words seemed to echo in the hallway, pounding relentlessly into my eardrums as I stood frozen, staring the bespectacled boy.

"It was an act?" Lily asked incredulously. James nodded. She turned towards him fully in disbelief. "You were acting like you were together?!" James nodded again. "Why?"

"I was trying to show you a more civil side of me," he said and my eyes widened. 'Be civil' I heard my own voice resonate through my mind. I tried to keep my breathing even as my chin trembled. "I wanted you to see what kind of guy I am since you wouldn't go out with me. I wanted you to see the real me. How I would be if we were together."

Lily stared at him. "I don't even know what to say...," she trailed off.

"Since you appreciated all the efforts I put into asking you out, you could appreciate this as well?" James asked hopefully and I was starting to feel sick. It was just an act. Something in me shattered. I turned away, trying to shield the little, constricting organ in my chest from his words.

"But wait, is Cec part of this? How is she managing to pretend this whole time?" she pondered and James' face fell. Noticing this, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Is she pretending, James? Does she know about your relationship being an act?"

James tensed up, biting his lip as he glanced away and it was all the answer that Lily needed. Her emerald green eyes widened. "James...," she breathed in disbelief, "How could you do this to her?"

"Listen, Cec won't take it too hard," James tried as Lily shook her head in disbelief, "She knows it's nothing serious. We've grown closer, yes, as friends."

"I don't think she sees it like that," Lily responded and I chose that moment to walk away. Because she was absolutely right.

Chapter Thirteen

[my-emotional-self]

Toxic Love Chapter 12

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing.  But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings:  18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide, nightmares

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story!  I apologize in advance!

Bright.  It was much too bright in your room.  Opening one eye, you saw that your curtains were left open. ‘Steve’ you thought to yourself as your body began to stretch.  You were sore, all over your body and it brought a smile to your face as you remembered the previous night.  Or, more like early morning.  

Looking around your room you saw that Steve was nowhere to be seen.  He must have snuck out at some point after you passed out.  Throwing the covers off, you saw that you were still in the same shirt as yesterday but now you had on a pair of shorts.  Steve must have dressed you too.

Getting to your feet, you padded over to the bathroom and started the shower.  As you began to undress yourself, you glanced in the mirror. Steve really did a number on you. Fingertip bruises were scattered all over your hips; there were so many you couldn’t even count them all.  

Throwing your hair up in a messy bun, you jumped in the shower and washed your body.  Memories of last flooded your mind.  The way Steve man handled you.  His rough touch on your skin.  His hand on your throat.  And the sex. Fuck, the sex was amazing.  You had only been with John, and none of your sexual encounters with him were good.  No, not with what he did to you.  It was horrible.  You didn’t know sex could feel that good like it did with Steve.  

Drying off, you realized you should probably still wear something long sleeved because of the cuts on your wrist.  So you put on a pair of underwear and then a long sleeved night shirt that went down to your knees.  You wanted to be comfortable today.  

Looking at the clock it was a little after two in the afternoon so you decided to go meet your fate in the living room.  You could only hope that Steve was in a better mood after last night and maybe the three of you could finally just have a talk.  Maybe it was time to come clean about your mental health issues once and for all.  

Making your way out of your room, you saw both Steve’s door to his room was non-existent.  “Hmm.  I wonder what happened there,” you spoke to nobody but yourself as you continued down the hallway.

Bucky was sitting on the couch in nothing but a pair of loose shorts, texting on his phone.  You cleared your throat to let him know you were there.

He smiled at you and set his phone down on the table in front of him.  “Hi doll,” he said, no hint of anger in his face or voice.  Ok, so maybe Steve didn’t fill him in on you leaving the tower on your own at night.

“What time did you get back?” you asked as you grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.

“A few hours ago actually. I just showered and figured I’d relax the rest of the day,” he replied, his eyes watching you.

You nodded, taking a sip of your water.  “Umm, where’s Steve?”

“Actually, I don’t really know,” he said with a chuckle.  “I got a text from him around five in the morning that said he would be gone for the rest of the day.  Punk didn’t tell me anything else.”

“Oh.”  Ok, so now what did you do?  Do you come clean to Bucky about last night?  Taking another sip, you couldn’t help but admire his physique. His body was utterly perfect. Just like Steve’s.  And they were both yours.  How did you get so lucky?

“Is everything alright doll?” Bucky asked, sitting up straighter on the couch.  

Giving him a shy smile, you set your water down on the counter and sauntered over to him.  Your eyes taking in every bit of naked flesh that he showed.  You wanted him.  You wanted him now.  

Gradually you placed your hands on his shoulders and straddled his waist.  

“What are you doing doll?” Bucky’s voice was hungry as you got situated on his lap.  His fingers rested on your exposed thigh and you hummed at how good it felt.  

Moving forward, you nipped at his pulse point before soothing it with your tongue.  Bucky’s fingers dug into your flesh.  You loved the stark contrast between his flesh hand and his metal hand.  One warm and one cold.  

“I want you Bucky,” you purred in his ear, giving his lobe a quick nibble causing him to jolt.  Bucky began to stiffen.  Not just his posture, but h is cock as well.  Teasing him, you began to rub yourself up and down his stiffening length.  

“Wait doll.  Stop,” he breathed out.  Pulling away, you frowned at him.  “No.  It’s not that I don’t want to.  Fuck doll I want you so bad.  It’s just that.  Well, Steve’s in charge so he should be with you first.  He’d honestly probably be pretty upset if he didn’t get to you first.”

You slowly smiled at him, biting your lower lip.  Pulling up the bottom of your night shirt, you showed off what Steve had done to you the night before.  Bucky’s eyes went wide as his fingers caressed softly over the marks.  “Steve already had me last night.  Now it’s your turn.”

Bucky’s head snapped up. His eyes locking onto yours. There was no denying the lust behind those blue eyes of him.  

In one swift movement, his metal hand gripped the small amount of clothing covering your core and ripped it from your body.  You gasped in surprise and it only made you more aroused.  

Your lips connected with his in a fierce kiss.  One that made your toes curl.  His flesh hand snaked into your hair, holding you close as your wet core ground down on his length.  Bucky sucked on your bottom lip before letting go with a pop.  Just like Steve’s the night before, Bucky’s eyes were dark. His pupils blown wide to the point you couldn’t even see his blue orbs anymore.  

“I want you Bucky. Please. I need you in me,” you begged, wanting to feel that fullness of his cock inside of you.  

His flesh fingers teased your wet folds before circling your clit.  “Oh baby girl,” he mewled.  “You are so ready for me.”

You whimpered at his words, nodding your head because yes.   You were in fact so ready for him.  

“Lift up doll,” he urged and you lifted onto your knees giving Bucky just enough room to pull his shorts down to his knees.  

He held his stiff cock in his hand and helped guide your hips until you sunk down on him.  Both of you rolled your heads back in pleasure. He was just as big as Steve and he filled you up so full.  You never knew it could feel this good.  

Your forehead met his, giving yourself a minute to adjust to him.  All you wanted was to stay like this forever.  But you wanted more.  Craved it. Desired it.  

Rising up on your knees, you slowly sunk back down onto his length.  You did this over and over again.  Teasing Bucky.  Torturing both him and yourself.  It was fun being in control of your movements.  But it didn’t seem like Bucky was too patient.  

A low grumble came from Bucky’s chest and before you knew it, his hands were gripping your hips and guiding you up and down.  His grip wasn’t as tight as Steve’s and you were wondering if he was being gentle since you already had bruising there.  

“You feel so good doll,” Bucky rasped as his eyes watched himself where he was connected with you. It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.  

“Bucky.  Faster,” you pleaded.  

Bucky, always the pleaser, didn’t want to disappoint his girl.  He picked you up off of him as he got off the couch.  He guided you back onto the couch on your knees.  Your legs dangled off the couch as your hands were placed on the back.  In one swift motion, Bucky sunk into you from behind.  A soft cry came from your lips at the new angle.  

“You are perfect doll,” Bucky grunted as his metal hand palmed your ass.  “So fucking perfect.”

His movements were slow at first.  Teasing you. But then he began moving faster; snapping his hips into you with such force you saw stars.  Your knees were starting to hurt but you didn’t give a damn. The pleasure Bucky was giving you was more than enough to make up for it.  

Your orgasm was fast approaching and Bucky reached his hand around the front to help you out.  His rough fingers came in contact with your swollen clit.  

“Are you going to cum for me baby girl?  Hmmm? I want to feel that beautiful pussy of yours clench around me,” he growled, his hips and fingers working furiously.  

The sound of his voice and those words were all it took to set you off.  You screamed his name as an earth shattering orgasm rippled through your body; your eyes shut so tight all you saw was blackness with white dots.  

Bucky’s fingers worked you through your orgasm and before you were even finished, Bucky was right behind you.  His grunts and moans filled the living room as his hips stilled and you could feel his warm seed filling you up.  

You winced as Bucky pulled out of you and you both collapsed into a heap on the couch.  

~~~

Later that evening you were curled up with Bucky on the touch watching a movie.  

“What is that thing?” Bucky asked and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.  

“It’s Falkor!  He’s a Luck Dragon!  Isn’t he cute??”

Bucky looked down at you where you were nestled into his side.  “Cute?  That thing is creepy looking.”

You gasped in shock. “Bucky Barnes!  How dare you say about Falkor!  Take that back!”

“Never,” Bucky growled as his fingers attacked your sides, tickling you relentlessly.  Your laughter was contagious, making Bucky laugh.  

The elevator dinged and Bucky ceased his tickling torture.  Steve stepped off the elevator.  He looked sad and disappointed.  

Fear encroached you. That nagging feeling in the back of your mind coming full force.  Fear of rejection.  Fear of abandonment.  Was he so disappointed in you and your acting out that he wanted to end things?  

Steve dropped his head to the ground and turned to talk away towards his room.  

You scrambled off the couch. No.  You wouldn’t let this happen.  

Jogging to his room, you could hear Bucky following you closely.  

Since there was no door to Steve’s room, you walked right in and saw him standing near the window, looking out into the orange and pink dusk sky; his hands in his pockets.  

“Steve?” you asked softly as you padded your bare feet over to him.  “Is, is everything ok?”

He didn’t turn around to look at you.   “No Y/N, everything is not alright.”  Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach.  “We need to talk.”

[ktlurry]

CAIN - 5. The Asylum

The world's top marksmen, Floyd Lawton also known as Deadshot, is walking down the dark, musty, mysterious hallways of Arkham Asylum chained up at the wrist and feet alongside three armed guards. As they make their way down the creepy halls of the insane asylum, loud shouts and banging noises comes from some of the cells as if they were the sounds of the damned. Arkham Asylum is where all of the criminally insane end up if apprehended in Gotham City, and since Floyd Lawton has quite the reputation in Gotham, this is where he'll stay until his sentence.

The escort stops in front of an 8-inch thick glass cell with a nametag on its control panel that reads "Lawton" on it. One of the guards then punches in a code and opens up the cell door where another guard shoves Lawton inside as the other points his assault rifle at him in case he tries to make any sudden moves.

Arkham Guard #1: In you go Lawton. Just like you left it. Hehe.

One of the guards proceeds to unlock his chains while the other stands alongside them with his gun ready.

Arkham Guard #2: Should have just stayed out of trouble, Lawton. Then you wouldn't be back in this hell hole.

Lawton rubs his wrist as the chains fall off of him and he looks up at the guard.

Lawton: Don't worry gentlemen. I don't plan to be here long.

The guards then exit the jail cell and look at each other as the hard glass door closes then looks back toward Lawton and crack a smile.

Arkham Guard #1: Yeah whatever you say, man. Hehe.

The guards walk away from the cell to continue their duties patrolling the Arkham floors. Lawton walks over to sit on his stiff cot inside his cell and lets off a huge sigh.

Lawton: *Sigh* Home sweet home, I guess.

???: Welcome back, my friend. I've been expecting you.

Lawton is familiar with the voice as it's coming from the cell right next to his.

Lawton: So I'm guessing you heard, huh?

???: I have. Quite embarrassing to be taken down by the boy wonder instead of the bat.

Lawton sits up straight from his cot to engage in the conversation more.

Lawton: Hey the new kid is actually pretty good. He actually uses his head unlike the last one.

???: Even so, he's still not the bat.

Lawton then stands up and walks right over to the glass door of his cell.

Lawton: The Bat that even you couldn't take down you mean?

???: Hmm. A minor mistake. One I won't make again when I get out of here.

Lawton chuckles

Lawton: Mhmm hate to break it to ya, pal, but that's what everyone tends to say.

???: Oh trust me, my friend, I never make the same mistake twice.

Lawton then has a look of curiosity on his face towards his neighboring cellmate.

Lawton: So how do you plan to do it then?

???: I tell you what, You convince the bruja, Waller to release me from this Asylum and I'll let you get a little piece of the Bat.

Lawton with a shocked look on his face is taken back by how he knows about Amanda Waller.

Lawton: How the hell do you know about Waller?

The mysterious man in the cell chuckles a bit.

???: I know more than you could imagine, my friend. Like how your time here will most likely be short. I bet you won't be here by the end of the day, maybe even sooner.

Lawton grins then steps away from the glass door and lays back down on his cot.

Lawton: Yea. The calvary will probably be here soon.

In the security surveillance room of the Asylum, two guards are sitting watch as they have their feet kicked up on the computer desk chilling. While barely paying attention, a guard on one of the screens disappears from the feed. Then simultaneously, more guards start to get taken out one by one on each screen. One of the guards notices that no guards are on the floor where Lawtons cell would be located.

Surveillance Guard #1:  Hey where is everybody?

The other guard looks up at the screen for a second and then continues to lay back.

Surveillance Guard #2: Ehh probably just in a blindspot.

The one guard sits up straight in his chair to further examine the security footage.

Surveillance Guard #1: All of them though?

The Surveillance guard just shrugs his shoulders like he doesn't have a care in the world. Arkham Asylum is one of the most secured facilities on the planet. Not many can escape from there. Or so they think.

Soon after, a slim figure appears right behind the two guards.

???: Ahem, gentlemen.

The guards immediately stand at alert and reach from their handguns holstered to their side, but in an instant are both shot in the hand by a sticky red goo sticking them to their guns as well as on their mouths to prevent them from yelling for help. Standing there is a man dressed in a purple and black bodysuit with golden eyes and a black spider logo on his forehead. He then wags his finger at the guards for trying to pull their weapons on him.

???: No, no, no. There will be none of that today.

The mysterious man then knocks the guards out with two swift kicks to the head and runs down the hallway.

Lawton still laying in his cot, begins to think about how Waller plans to get him successfully transferred to Belle Reve in order to continue on Task Force X. Then out of nowhere, he hears a knock on his glass cell. As he turns his head to look he sees the mysterious purple man hanging upside down stuck to his glass cell as if he was some sort of bug crawling on the wall. Lawton looks confused as he has never seen this man before in his life.

Lawton: Who the hell are you supposed to be?

The man then jumps off the glass and lands upright.

Black Spider: I'd be the calvary, Mr. Lawton. They call me the Black Spider. By the way, I'm a huge fan!

Eric Needham also known as the agile assassin, the Black Spider is a top member of the League of Assasins. His advanced climbing suit and web-shooters give him the abilities of a spider while also being a very lethal hand-to-hand combatant and expert gymnast.

Lawton then stands up from his cot and walks toward the glass door. As he approaches he notices an armed guard stuck to the ceiling of the hallway by some red weblike goo. He looks at it in disgust and then looks back at the purple-suited man.

Lawton: Waller sent you?

Black Spider: Oh no, no, no. We don't work for Waller. Waller works for us. We just need to get you out for our own convenience.

Lawton has a confused look on his face but then soon shrugs his shoulders. He never was too fond of Waller anyway. He only agreed to partake in Task Force X so he could lighten his sentence and "stretch his legs" occasionally.

Lawton: Alright then, you know the passcode to the door then?

The man looks at the control panel for the door then looks back up and shrugs.

Black Spider: Don't need it. I just need you to brace yourself.

The man then moves to the side of the glass door as if he was moving out of the way of something. Lawton with a confused look on his face just stares back at the man.

Lawton: Brace myself?

Not even a second later a massive explosion goes off behind Lawton taking out the entire back wall of his cell leading to the outside world. Fragments from the explosion shattered the 8-inch thick glass wall through which Black Spider walks right through. Right outside is a helicopter with a ninja-like pilot controlling it, hovering over the cliffside of the Asylum. The helicopter then turns with the door wide open with another ninja reaching out his hand to signal Lawton to climb aboard.

Black Spider: And there is our ride!

Black Spider then jumps right onto the helicopter without hesitation. Lawton smiles as he can smell the taste of freedom and makes his way toward the copter himself. Before he boards, he hears the voice of his neighboring cellmate call out to him.

???: Do not forget to mention my name, Lawton.

Lawton looks back behind him.

Lawton: Trust me, my friend, I won't.

Lawton then boards the chopper and it takes off into the night sky. Above Lawton's control panel hangs his cell's nametag as it wobbles back and forth then eventually falls onto the hard floor right in front of the other cell's control panel, which right above it reads the name in all caps, "BANE"!

[thiswasinevitableid]

14(+44?), 16, or 71 for indruck! (71 could also be cute for dani/aubrey)

I went with 14, SFW! I’ll also do 16 at some point.

14: The power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me

Duck’s playing his old Tony Hawk game just for the hell of it when the power goes. Judging by the suddenly dark building out his window, it’s not just his building, but the whole block. 

He’s gonna go out on a limb and assume the huge-ass snowstorm has something to do with it. It’s only six p.m, but it’s so fucking dark his brain thinks it’s midnight, so maybe he can just go to sleep. Thank fuck the heat in this place is gas and not electric. 

Duck putters around, refills Taco’s water dish, and changes into his sweatpants and t-shirt, figuring he’ll read on his phone until bed.

There’s a clatter-crash above him, followed by a thud and the kind of curses someone makes when they’re alone. 

He takes advantage of living in an old building with thin walls and floors. 

“‘Drid? Everythin okay up there, man?”

All the scuffling ceases, then, “As much as it can be.”

Duck grabs the nearest sweatshirt and his keys, tossing another blanket over Taco before heading out the door and up the stairs. See, Duck is a guy with lots of soft spots. And one of those soft spots has “Indrid Cold” stamped into it. 

He barely saw the man the first year he lived here, though he heard him plenty. Footsteps at all hours of the night, music that either ping-ponged wildly between genres or stayed on the same song for the whole day, and only ever one voice to go along with it all. 

The first time they met, Duck nearly fell off his balcony. 

“Those look lovely.”

He drops the watering can, whirling to look up. An angular face with red glasses and a mess of silver hair peers over the edge of the railing above him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to alarm you. I, ah, I just meant the plants are very nice. The rosemary in particular seems to be thriving.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks. Uh, how long have you been watchin me?” He’s in a tank-top due to the heat, but was shirtless until a few minutes ago.

“A number of weeks. Oh dear, ah, that sounds creepy. I just mean that I can see your deck from mine, and sometimes I end up watching it instead of focusing on my work. I’ve never seen so many pollinators come to such a small space; it’s amazing.”

“Huh.” Duck tongues his cheek, not sure whether to be flattered or alarmed. 

“Do you want a Capri Sun? They're cold.”

He chuckles, “Sure, why the hell not? Send one down.” 

There’s a plastic thunk and then a beach pail comes down on a rope to deliver his drink.

In spite of that odd start, he and Indrid started talking more, to the point the other man would come down and sit on the balcony while Duck gardened or Duck would sit in Indrids chaotic apartment and read while Indrid did tarot card predictions over the phone. During those five months, he discovered Indrid is a disaster magnet; broken glasses, a broken-into car, an almost broken ankle due to slipping in the first frost of the season. Hence his trip upstairs, just to be sure nothing is wrong. 

He knocks, gets a “come in,” and cannot see the other man anywhere. And the apartment is freezing.

“Bedroom!” Indrid calls from down the short hallway. Duck shuts and locks the door, picks his way over crumpled drawings to find his friend no more than a pile of fabric on a mattress on the floor with an unplugged trio of space heaters pointing at him. 

“You want me to turn the heater up?”

“You can’t. It’s broken. The repair man was supposed to come this morning but had to cancel because of the roads.” Indrid’s face appears from a black blanket. 

“Shit, you got no way to heat the place? My little hand-power radio says this might last until tomorrow mornin.”

“I was afraid of that.” Indrid sighs, “I’ll just hope that the blankets are enough. The bang you heard was me tripping over the one I was wearing as a shawl.”

Duck holds out his hand, “Or you could come a floor down where there’s  a workin heater, goofus.”

“I, ah, suppose I could. I won’t be in your way?”

“Just don’t take Taco’s blankets and we’ll all survive the night. Grab whatever you need for the night and I’ll meet you down there.”

As he tromps down the stairs, he reassures himself that he’s just being neighborly; he’d check on anyone in the same circumstances. But his heart still bubbles with excitement when he thinks of Indrid in his house in the snow-covered darkness. 

He’s pulling all the blankets from the closet when the door opens and shuts. Even with his heater working, they’ll need to bundle up. 

“I’ll just put my things by the couch.”

“Works for meAH, what the fuck?” He pulls his foot back from where a box narrowly missed landing on it. Minor scare aside, he can’t think of anything better to fall from the sky. 

“Hey, you like s’mores?”

“...Yes? Though I feel like a campfire, while tempting, is ill-advised.” The other man is perched on the couch, fidgeting with his sweater sleeves. 

Duck shows him the box, “Got this at a white elephant swap at work last year and never used it. Supposed to make it so you can make s’mores inside. Wanna try?”

“Absolutely” Indrid tears into the box and begins setting up what looks like a fondue pot’s long-lost cousin, retrieving the matches from their usual spot on the counter while Duck finds the marshmallows, a half box of graham crackers, and left over hershey minis from Halloween. 

“Is having s’more supplies on hand a requirement of being a ranger?”

“Trade secret” Duck plops down across from him, the flames adding an eeriness to Indrid’s features that does nothing to Duck’s desire to take his hand and hold him until he’s warmed through. 

Indrid makes it through four s’mores in the time it takes Duck to eat one and a half, and is licking his fingers in a painfully appealing way when he muses, “Should we tell scary stories? I understand that goes hand in hand with roasting marshmallows.”

“Havin some summer camp flashbacks?”

“No. I never went, which was probably for the best. I’m not sure accident-prone children with glasses do so well in such places. Though I was always curious about kayaking.”

“Can take you in the spring if you want. There are lakes in the park where it’s allowed. Could even paddle out to Floating Island if you wanted to draw.”

“That sounds wonderful.” Indrid smiles, “I almost finished the drawing for Jane, it will be ready in time for Christmas.”

“Thanks, ‘Drid.”

Indrid licks molten sugar off his fork and Duck searches for a distraction from the way his tongue moves.

“You ever hear the story of the hook-handed man?”

“What?”

“It’s an old camp story. You seriously never heard it?”

“I’ve heard references to it. Now I want the full experience.” Indrid leans in attentively. Duck does his best, but it’s not quite s scary when you’re in an apartment  with three locking doors between you and the outside world and the only place a murder could hide is in the closet Duck was just in. Indrid doesn’t jump at the ending, but he applauds, 

“My turn?”

“Go for it.”

“Hmm. Ah, okay, once upon a time, there was a lonely artist who lived in a barren land. Every day he would sit and stare at an oasis of green, but he could not get too near. Until, one day, the caretaker of the oasis invited him in. The artist felt so happy when he was there, the caretaker was one of the nicest men he’d ever known. And the, ah, the artist wanted to know if, if he would, ah, like to go out with him. Maybe tomorrow?”

It takes Duck’s mind two seconds to catch up with what just happened and in those seconds Indrid looks increasingly like he’s going to bolt out the door.

“Not much of a scary story.” Duck teases gently. 

“I’ll have you know I am terrified right now.”

Duck links their fingers, “No need for that, darlin. I’d love to go out with you.”

They could re-light the whole block with the power of Indrid’s smile. 

“In the meantime” Duck snuffs the flame on the table, “let me keep you warm?”

Indrid tugs him into an embrace, kissing his cheek with an excited hum and laughing when Duck chases his lips for a proper, tender kiss,  “Of course.”

[ill-skillsgard]

I bet the first few times Faith and Faust have sex, it still hurts and she spends the first half of it being uncomfortable. But when they finally get to a point where she’s comfortable, she makes the most angelic noise Faust has ever heard in his life and he wants to ram into her more than ever.

Warning: 18+ smut, sex-related pain, a brief mention of weed, one mention of blood, one spooky boy falling deeper in love.

Faust x Faith Masterpost [x]

When Faust returned home with Faith in tow, a living room full of his buddies, a floating layer of thick smoke and screeching heavy music blaring through an abused speaker system greeted them. Empty beer bottles littered the coffee table, and the ashtray overflowed onto the glass. It wasn't an abnormal occurrence, but the appearance of half his band and several of their friends changed their intended trajectory. Before stepping into the chaos, Faust had sported the makings of an impressive hard-on that disappeared the moment he smelled weed in the hallway. Faith pressed to his side, little fingers still meshed with her boyfriend's. 

"Faust! Fuck yeah, bud, what's up?" Ola called over the music. 

Faust didn't return the greeting. He scanned the living room, then looked at Faith with perked shoulders. 

"What do you wanna do?" He asked her. 

Faith didn't want to be the buzzkill girlfriend who pulled Faust away from his friends, but they had been talking dirty to each other the entire ride to his place, and she was feeling the same capsized arousal he was. 

"Uh, I don't know. Should we stay?" 

He swiped his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip, then backed out of the apartment, followed by a chorus of displeased hollering. He closed the door and pulled Faith back toward the elevator. 

"Where are we going?" Faith asked. 

"I don't know... Your place?" 

Faith paled. "I share my dorm with another girl."

"Fuck," Faust whispered. "I really need to get my own place."

He pressed the button for the basement when they entered the car, and Faith looked up at him with confusion pinching her face. He stared ahead at the metal doors as they descended. 

When the elevator opened, Faust pulled her out into a mostly empty corridor. On one end of the hall there was a door leading to a stairwell, and on the other side was another door affixed with a nameplate that read boiler room. Faust led her to the right, toward the heavy, fireproof door. He reached into the inner pocket of the leather jacket, still draped over Faith's shoulders, and pulled out a folded pocket knife. The point was almost needle-sharp, and Faith wondered about the legality of the weapon her boyfriend carried on him, then decided she didn't care. By the dented and scratched look of the door handle, it was not the first time the door was subject to intrusive treatment. Faust picked the lock with ease, then pushed the door open with the toe of his boot. 

The room was dank and musty. A network of metal pipes clinked and dripped as Faust guided Faith inside and shut the door behind them. In the darkness, she clutched the flaps of his coat around her until the light from a single swinging bulb revealed their dirty surroundings. Faust stood in the center of the room, staring at her with a menacing smirk, face obscured in shadow. 

"This place is... nice," Faith hesitated.

Faust ignored the comment and went to her, pushing the coat from her shoulders and lifting her off the ground. He carried her across the boiler room, lips locked, then sat her down on a cold metal workbench covered in sawdust and shavings. She yelped from the chill touch on the backs of her thighs, and Faust chuckled.

Before she complained further, Faust dropped his bullet belt to the floor, and it landed with a grating clank against the hard cement. Faith watched him unzip his jeans before lifting her thigh and stretching her panties to one side, moaning when he saw the tiny slit between her legs.

"Still want it hard?" He asked.

She bit her lip and looked up at him with a nod. "Mm-hmm."

"Well, all right. But don't get mad at me tomorrow when you're limping."

"I won't," she said.

Faust paused just as the tip of his cock grazed her opening. He snatched his hips back, grabbed her face and looked down at her with a stern expression. "Tell me if it's too much."

"Okay," she whispered.

He squeezed her cheeks tighter. "I'm serious. I don't want to hurt you."

Faith nodded, eyes large and shiny in the dull light. Faust studied her face for a moment longer. His heart twinged whenever he looked into her eyes and saw the endless love that lived there. He kissed her hard while easing his way inside her. 

The pressure was still fierce. Faith's body resisted, but the whimper she made helped him set aside his fear of hurting her. Faust crushed his bottom lip between his teeth, rolling his head back as he allowed himself to indulge in her heat without moving.

Faith yanked her panties farther to the side and leaned back to encourage some movement. He pulled out and thrust back in once at a quarter of the power he planned on giving her. Even that was enough to make her wince.

"Oh my God, Faust, you're so fucking big."

"I know, baby. You can take it. It's a lot, but you can handle it, right? You asked for this."

He thrust into her again, but only made it partially inside before brushing up against a wall that would allow him no further. Their anatomy didn't match up, but Faust wouldn't let that stop him from giving her what she wanted. Picking up speed, he kept his eye on her face to watch for signs of genuine pain. 

"Oh... Oh!" She cried out after a deep dive.

"You good, baby? Want me to keep going?"

"Yes, Faust. Please don't stop."

Faust couldn't understand why his concern held him back. Any other girl he'd made squeal from his girth only excited him more. When they wailed from the brutality of his propulsions, he had laughed and kept going, raking his hand through their hair or stuffing two fingers down their throats to keep them from getting too loud. Faith was different. Although he wanted to shove something in her mouth, he liked to watch her lips instead. Liked to see her biting and gaping, running her tongue along the peaks of her cupid's bow before he kissed her.

"Harder," Faith whispered.

Spurred by her challenge, Faust obliged and increased his velocity. The damp air caused him to sweat, but he couldn't stop to remove his shirt. He pressed into her, and she ran her hands up his back, through his hair and over his broad shoulders.

"Fuck, I love your pussy," Faust murmured.

Faith smirked and rutted against him, wincing against the questionable sensation of his cock meeting her cervix. Then, one deep pulse forced a cry from her mouth. Faust resisted checking in on her again, but she noticed he leavened his movements to avoid brushing too hard against her insides. His reduction provided some relief, and she let out a breath she didn't notice she was holding.

"Breathe, baby. You got this. I know you want to be all slutty and eager for me, but it's okay if you can't take it all the way."

"But I want it," Faith whined.

"You're just too little," he reasoned.

"You promised to fuck me hard."

Faust had enough of her arguing and lifted her off the table to give her a few harsh thrusts just to drive home his point. He pressed her face into his shoulder and let her moan out and cry while he ravaged her. While suspended in air, Faith felt smaller than ever as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Yeah? You wanna get railed? Want me to wreck that little pussy until you bleed all over my cock? Is that what you want?"

Her crying echoed off the metal pipes, and though they were in the basement, Faith thought the entire apartment building could hear her getting fucked. 

One moment, she was vertical, and the next lowered to the ground where she sat astride his hips, full to bursting and clenching her teeth.

"Ride it. Ride my fucking dick if you want it so bad," Faust challenged.

Faith's panties snapped over as she struggled to move and hold back her gasps. He growled and pulled the material until it ripped, elastic bands ripping and hanging limply around her groin.

She pressed her hands to his chest, leveraging herself up until she wasn't agonizingly full. Faust gripped her sides, leered, and flipped her onto her back.

"Didn't think so. I knew you couldn't handle this. You like to talk a big game, though. It's pretty cute."

The truth was: Faust didn't want to hurt her. Where he used to take pleasure in a girl's gasps and whimpers, he now saw no appeal in making Faith sob. Her moans were exquisite, but when she seethed and pulled back from him, he felt it like a punch in the chest. 

When Faith finally showed more signs of pleasure than distress, he felt better about spreading her thighs and delving into her with shallow but frequent thrusts. And maybe he'd never be able to go balls-deep in her, but she clenched around his shaft so tightly it didn't matter.

With a few minutes of wheeling his fingertips around her clit, and a little more encouragement, Faith's body shuddered as she came. Her walls clamped on him, and the sounds of her breathy gasps had him coming shortly after. Faust pulled out at the last second and spilled an ample load of cum on the floor before tucking himself into his jeans and helping Faith to a wobbly stand.

"Looks like this might be our new spot," Faust laughed.

Faith shot him a warning look. "Um! No thanks! I mean, I had fun, but I don't want to know what kind of homicidal things have gone down in this creepy-ass room."

He bent to scoop up his jacket, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Nothing homicidal on my part."

"Oh, really? And what exactly do you use this room for then? You popped that lock pretty quickly. It seems like you know your way around."

Faust opened the door, and they both squinted from the fluorescent hallway light. 

"Sometimes, I come down here to smoke."

"And fuck girls?" Faith asked.

"Not me, but my friends have."

"Gross," Faith muttered.

“Whatever, babe. You just got fucked down here too. Guess you’re just as gross,” he bumped her with his hip but didn’t allow her to stumble.

The next morning, while Faust laid awake next to his girlfriend, he noticed bruises on her inner thighs and sighed. If it weren't for the dreamy smile inhabiting her face while she slept, he might have felt guilty. The blotches served as little reminders of their boiler room fuck, and Faust sank back into the pillows, wearing his own soft grin.

[jeongyunhoed]

You’re traveling to another dimension It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity It is the middle ground between light and shadow, Between science and superstition It ties between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge This is the dimension of imagination

An ATEEZ Twilight Zone!AU (masterlist here)

A/N: Because Hongjoong previously had a very wholesome ghost story of a chapter, and Jongho’s birthday chapter was very... heartbreaking to say the least, we’re bringing back the creepy, the scary, and the spooky (LOL). But you have been warned, things will get psychological in this one.

XIII. Trauma (Hongjoong)

8:00 p.m. 

Kim Hongjoong got out of the elevator upon arriving at his floor, rubbing the cold away from his arms as the doors closed behind him. It was another long day at the office, and it only seemed the longest it had ever been because of the increasingly freezing weather. Yet, it was a welcome change of scenery given that he spent almost the entire day cooped up in a cubicle doing data entry. He couldn’t even be bothered to go out for a drink either, no matter how tempting the offers from his colleagues sounded. One of his senior colleagues, Park Seonghwa, was notorious for being the guy who had access to the exclusive clubs, and every night after work was always a night out to remember, at least that was what his friend Jeong Yunho said. 

Still, he was too exhausted that the only way he could unwind was to collapse on his sofa bed. He couldn’t get himself a proper bed just yet. He was waiting for a promotion from one of their managers. Hongjoong was certain he’d get it, he was the only one being pushed for it anyway as far as he knew. Not even  Choi San was being brought up for the job, and he was the golden boy in the office who could do no wrong. It wouldn’t be long before he would make a little more money than he already was. 

He walked down the hallway leading up to his door when he saw a little boy standing by, crouched down, and eating a sandwich out of a small red lunchbox. Hongjoong stopped in front of his door and bent down with a smile to talk to the boy. “Hello,” He said. 

“Hello Hongjoong-hyung,” The boy replied with a little wave, holding up his half-eaten sandwich as if to share. “Do you want some?” 

He shook his head. “No, you eat it. How do you know my name?” He asked, a brow raised out of curiosity. Hongjoong figured he must have been the son of a neighbor. “You live on this floor too, don’t you?” 

“I do. My name is Joongie,” The boy said. 

“Joongie? That’s a cute name, I also had that kind of lunchbox when I was a kid,” Hongjoong looked amused, looking down at the container that still had a few sandwiches. “Isn’t it a little late for you to be here? Your parents must be looking for you, or are your parents not here yet?” He asked. 

“My parents are okay with it,” Joongie replied. “Did you see someone today?” He suddenly asked. 

He tried not to look taken aback at the question. “What do you mean?” 

“You must have seen someone today, someone familiar to you,” The boy explained. “That person knows you.” 

“Knows me?” Hongjoong chuckled. “What are you talking about? I do see a lot of people if that’s what you mean.” 

“You did see someone today,” Joongie replied. “Someone you probably might not know, but that person knows you. Do you have water? I ran out” He held up his now-empty tumbler. 

Hongjoong nodded, feeling a slight chill from the coldness of the building as he got up and typed in the passcode to open his door, stepping aside to let the boy in, helping him with his lunchbox. “Why are you staying out in the hall anyway? It’s cold outside,” He made a beeline towards his kitchen, glancing at the boy every now and then to make sure he didn’t trip or if he needed help with his shoes. 

“My parents know you, they’ll be okay knowing I’m with you,” Joongie replied, watching Hongjoong pour water into a cup and hand it over to him. “The person who knows you, is probably on his way to see you now.” 

“That might be your parents, Joongie. They might start wondering why you’re out at this time, and it’s already approaching curfew for minors, hmm?” He pointed out. 

“He’s on his way here, now,” The little boy said. 

Just then, his doorbell rang. Hongjoong looked over at the monitor and then at the boy. The boy looked very serious about what he said. He approached the monitor to look at who it was. It was a middle-aged man, dressed in a suit, as if having come back from work. Hongjoong looked over at the boy, whose expression changed. Fear was evident on his face as he froze upon seeing the man on the other side of the monitor. “You stay here, it’s okay,” He assured the boy before padding towards the door. 

“Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no,” Joongie began to whimper as he rushed into the nearest room in his apartment. 

Hongjoong opened the door slowly to peek outside. The man looked relieved, yet there was something about him that made him feel a little uneasy, especially if he managed to scare off the boy who had already told him that he was coming. “Hello,” He said. 

“Oh, hello, hello, Hongjoong,” The man replied. “You’ve grown so well, you must have come back from work.” 

“Who are you?” He asked. So, the man knew him since he was little, he thought. 

“I’m Yang Heejun, I work at this construction company nearby, but years ago I used to work with your parents,” He said. 

“Oh, you did?” Hongjoong nodded in understanding. 

“Yeah, well, I-” Heejun looked down for a moment. “I was the first to find your mother when she died. It’s been so long since that day.” 

“Oh, well, yeah,” Hongjoong nodded. “I’m coping with the grief better now, it never really goes away anyway. Funny how Joongie was telling me someone who knew me would be coming here, I didn’t expect it would be you.” 

“Joongie was the nickname you had when you were a kid,” Heejun chuckled. “As embarrassing as it might sound, I found this among my stuff when I had to leave the company,” He took out his wallet and removed a folded photo to show him. “It’s you and your mother, see?” 

Hongjoong looked at the photo and then over at his bedroom, taken aback at what he realized. Joongie looked exactly like him as a child, even went by the same nickname. He cleared his throat and turned back to Heejun. “Oh,” He said. 

“You can keep it now, I don’t have any use for that,” Heejun said. “But I just came here to tell you that if you need anything, anything at all, I can also help you. Good night,” and he walked off into the hall where the elevators were. 

Hongjoong quietly closed the door behind him, the photo still in his hand as he made his way back into his apartment. Joongie had come out from the bedroom, staring at him. He didn’t know how to say what he was going to say. There were so many things running through his mind that he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around. Joongie, and then Heejun, and the fact that the boy knew that Heejun would be coming to see him. He sat down, the little boy watching him. “...Who are you?” He managed to speak. 

“I’m you,” Joongie replied. “Your mother didn’t just die, she was murdered, remember?” He said. 

Hongjoong stared at him. “Murdered? That was how she died?” 

“Yes, that was how she died, and you saw the whole thing happen,” Joongie pointed out. “You saw it happen, Kim Hongjoong, you saw your mother get murdered that day. You blocked it out.” 

He felt a chill down his spine at the boy’s words. Somehow he couldn’t remember it. All he remembered was that his mother had died, all the while his father was away, while his brother was away as well. Hongjoong looked at the photo again, and then at the boy. Joongie repeated his words. He saw his mother get killed, he saw the whole thing happen. 

He saw the whole thing happen. 

He was there that day. 

Hongjoong saw his mother die in the living room. 

Hongjoong remembered what Heejun said, that he was the first to find the body. Heejun would be there at the scene as well. 

Hongjoong closed his eyes, partly trying to shut out Joongie, who kept repeating what he said, and partly trying to recollect his childhood memories. The more Joongie repeated what he said, the more he looked at the photo of him and his mom, flashes of the incident began to surface in his mind. 

He was playing with his toys in the play room while reading a book in between. His mother was in the living room, watching tv. He could recall another voice, a man’s voice, coming from the outside. Hongjoong stood up and crept into the hallway. A man was arguing with his mother, his back turned to him. The following moment, Hongjoong saw the man  point something at his mother, and with a loud bang, she fell to the floor. 

That was all he could remember. Hongjoong stared at Joongie, who was still watching him react. “Do you remember now?” He asked. 

The doorbell rang again, and Hongjoong looked up. He couldn’t speak just yet as his mind was still racing with what he was starting to remember. He looked into the monitor. It was Heejun, who had come back with what looked like containers of takeout. Joongie ran back into his bedroom again and he got up, the incident replaying in his mind as he answered the door. “Yes?” 

“I just thought I’d bring you some food from the nearby restaurant,” Heejun held up the containers. “If I can come in, I could set these down for you,” He said. 

“Sure, sure,” Hongjoong stood aside to let the man in. Heejun made his way to the kitchen to set it down. “Um, you said you were the first to find my mom when she died, right?” He said. “I must have blocked it out growing up,” He held up the photo. 

Heejun’s expression fell. “She was murdered, shot in the stomach,” He revealed, staring at the photo in Hongjoong’s hands. “...I have a confession to make.” 

Hongjoong felt the chill down his spine again. His stomach felt like it was turning from anxiety, and a kind of inescapable fear came over him. “Which is?” He asked. 

“I killed your mother,” Heejun looked him in the eye. “I killed your mother,” He repeated. “I was, I wass actually about to kill you too when I saw you standing there in the hall that day, but by the time I was going to get to you, you screamed and yelled for help, and the neighbors were coming out of their homes to see what was going on,” 

Hongjoong stared at him, frozen from fear. “Over the years I had been watching you, keeping tabs on you. I knew your father wouldn’t want you to be around strangers so I kept my distance, but I still watched you, knowing that you would remember everything again,” Heejun explained. “The statute of limitations is nearly expiring on your mother’s death too.” 

“...Are you going to kill me now?” Hongjoong asked, and before he could answer, he raced towards the door, barely getting past Heejun, who caught up with him in the hallway. He needed to tell somebody, the more Heejun told him about his involvement, the more he began to remember. It was him. It was Heejun. 

Hongjoong stopped by the elevator to press the button, but ran again when he saw Heejun was catching up. He saw that he had a pocket knife in his hands as he grabbed Hongjoong by the hem of his jacket. Hongjoong quickly grabbed his knife-bearing wrist, keeping himself from getting stabbed as he was backed into the fire exit. “You killed my mother,” He breathed, staring at Heejun in horror while struggling to protect himself. “It was you, and I saw the whole thing…” He remembered the little boy’s words as he managed to make the man drop the knife and pushed him down the stairs. 

The man fell down, hitting the landing with a thud, Hongjoong carefully picked up the knife on the floor and went down to check on the body. He was dead. 

~ 

Later that night, the police had surrounded the building where Hongjoong lived, bringing out the body of the man. Hongjoong recalled the whole incident to the detectives he was speaking to. “There’s no point in pushing for a case, is there?” He asked. 

“Given that the perpetrator is dead now, it is safe to say that there is no point, but we can advise you to receive some counseling if you need it,” the detective, Choi Jongho, said. “That was quite an incident, the trauma might get to you.” 

“No, no, I don’t think I need it, but thank you,” Hongjoong shook his head and made his way back into the building. He wondered what would his colleagues think when he showed up for work the next day, if they found out what happened. 

As he got off the elevator and onto the floor where his apartment was, he saw a little boy, crouched down and eating a snack out of a paper bag. Hongjoong felt his heart drop for a second the closer he was getting. As he finally saw the little boy’s face, he sighed in relief. He couldn’t recognize him. 

“Yoogeun! Where are you? Why are you over there?” A woman, his mother, suddenly appeared to take him away. “It’s late, don’t stay outside other people’s houses,” She warned him. “So sorry about this, he likes to hide from me whenever he has snacks.” 

Hongjoong smiled. “It’s okay, but you two are welcome to come over if you need anything,” He said, before entering his apartment. 

[tarontherocketman]

Mr Madden | Madderton Teacher AU | Chapter 1

Ok SO, here’s the first chapter, I know it’s boring and short but just bear with me I didn’t want to jump straight into the action and drama because I genuinely haven’t written fanfiction since I was a teenager (I’m 22!) so I needed to familiarise myself with writing again and re-establish my writing style it’s a little bit choppy right now but I’ll get there over the next few chapters! Anyway, here goes! lowkey nervous that it’s been too long since I wrote and everyone will hate it

Taron sat in an empty classroom chewing mindlessly on the end of a pen, a stack of unmarked homework in front of him that he was already 95% sure he would be taking home with him tonight if this day didn’t get any better. Why did Drama students even need to do homework like this? They have enough homework from all the other classes, Drama should be their slice of freedom and self expression for the week, that’s how Taron saw it anyway. Of course, he could never say this aloud, he had to follow the system regardless of whether he liked it or not. After a small argument in his head about staying focused, Taron finally put pen to paper and began to write, not even writing one single letter before-

“For fuck sake,” he groaned quietly, forcing himself out of the chair and kicking it back behind him as he got up and walked to the door and around the building to the window he had just spotted it out of, another fight.

“Ok break it up lads come on,” he said sternly, not even needing to fully intervene with the wannabe hard nut year 7s. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Sorry Sir!” they both said hurriedly as they scuttled off around the corner, afraid of receiving a detention. Taron rolled his eyes and sauntered back to his classroom, not even reaching the door before deciding he needs a coffee before he can even think of marking more homework. At this thought, he veers away from the door to the drama block to head toward the main building to the teachers lounge, muttering a polite “alright” accompanied with a small nod to the students greeting him as he walked down the hallway. Said students, of course, being girls. The girls all had a thing for him and he knew it, he saw the way they all gushed at him. Little did they know. 

“Have you seen the new History teacher?” a girl in the hallway squealed to her friend as she stood leaning against the wall, phone in one hand, bright pink bedazzled water bottle in the other. Taron’s ears pricked up, new History teacher? he thought, picking up the pace to the staff room to find out what was going on. Once he arrived, he pushed the door handle and poked his head round the door before fully entering. That’s when he saw him.

New History teacher, indeed..

In front of his eyes was the most gorgeous blue eyed man he had ever seen, thick lush brown hair with just the right amount of curl, perfect body, nice legs-

“Ah, Mr Egerton! Meet Mr Madden, he’s just joined today to replace Mr Little in the History department!” the excessively perky Head Teacher exclaimed, waving rather over enthusiastically towards the blue eyed beauty.

“Richard,” he introduced, extending his hand to Taron.

Scottish, as if he wasn’t dreamy enough.

“I- nice to meet you, I’m Taron, Drama,” Taron just about spluttered out, going in for the handshake offered, looking to the floor for lack of a better place to look without dying inside a little. Taron mentally pinched himself, he knew he needed to stop feeling like this. He vowed to himself as soon as he got this job that he’d keep out of anything of this sort, the last thing he needs is the entire school finding out he’s gay, so with this in mind he generally keeps his head down and lays low. Does his job, goes home. He can’t get soft for a teacher now after he’s come this far without screwing up and letting his guard down.

“Drama? I admire your confidence,” Richard commented with a smile. Taron chuckled softly.

“Not your thing?” he asked.

“Nah, just getting in to teaching was far enough out of my confidence zone! It’s done me a lot of good though- sorry I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this,” Richard stopped himself suddenly, a bit flustered.

“No no don’t worry,” Taron assured, “coffee?” he offered, gesturing as he walked over to the small staff coffee machine to make his own.

“Yeah would love one, thanks” Richard replied. Taron grabbed an extra mug for Richard, pouring two coffees from the pot that had already been prepared by the other staff who were coming and going from the cosy staff room. Taron handed Richard a coffee and the two naturally gravitated to a pair of chairs sat by the window.

“So, History?” Taron sparked up a conversation.

“Yeah!” Richard laughed softly, habitually rubbing the back of his neck. “I just got interested in it I guess, not sure I remember how..” he began to trail off, taking a long sip of coffee, “I actually used to be interested in acting.”

“Ahh my speciality,” Taron smirked, “what happened to that?” Richard sighed heavily, taking another sip of coffee.

“Ah I just don’t have the confidence,” he admitted.

“That’s fair enough mate, takes a lot of that I have to admit,” Taron nodded slowly, “never know, maybe one day!” Richard looked down and made a small ‘hmm’ sound with a smile. The pair sat in peace finishing their coffee before Richard placed his hands on his legs and sighed, signalling that it was time for him to get going.

“First class?” Taron asked gently.

“Yeah..I’m really nervous not gonna lie,” Richard confessed, feeling his cheeks go slightly pink.

“Aw don’t worry mate you’ll be absolutely fine, first one’s the worst. Do you have another teacher there observing you?”

“I do, and I’m not sure if that’s making me feel better or worse,” Richard replied, Taron laughed and nodded in agreement.

“I’ll walk you there if you like?” he offered.

“I would actually love that I’m still finding my way around,” Richard replied gratefully, standing up to put his coffee cup in the sink and walk to his new classroom with Taron, making small talk on the way there such as ‘what are the students like?’ or ‘are the other teachers nice?’ questions which Taron had elaborate answers for but not enough time to tell all his stories about, which resulted in him awkwardly asking Richard if he would maybe want to meet up for a drink at some point so he can “tell him his many stories”. Richard quickly agreed, which actually surprised Taron.

“Great, yeah, cool, I’ll talk to you soon then and we can..you know, arrange..something,” Taron stumbled very ungracefully and not near as smoothly as he thought that would sound in his head before he said it, inwardly facepalming.

“Yeah yeah good shout, see you later,” Richard smiled warmly, disappearing into his new classroom, pretending not to be trembling ever so slightly.

Later that night

Taron was curled up at the end of his sofa, iPad in his lap ready to open Facebook to try and find Richard and have a small social media stalk just to see his face again, those big blue eyes were calling him. He racked his brain for his surname, what was he introduced as? It definitely began with an M. He began typing ‘Richard M’ hoping facebook would magically know who he was searching for, but Richard was too common of a name. 

“Mm…M…Mmm, ma?” he thought aloud before pausing suddenly, “Madden!” he sighed, rolling his eyes at his own forgetfulness. He typed in the name and found him pretty easily. Excitedly clicking on his profile and doing the obligatory flick through the profile pictures, short scroll down the feed, clicking on some pictures he’d been tagged in, asking himself if this was creepy or if everyone did it. Or both. He also mentally noted to himself to remind Richard that now he’s a teacher, changing his privacy settings would be a very smart idea, some of those students are crazy, especially for young male teachers like Richard and Taron.

Cute Taron thought to himself, zooming in on a group photo when he spotted Richard chilling in the far left of it. He came out of the picture and hovered his finger over the  ‘add friend’ button, wondering if it was too soon. At that moment, as if in some sort of cartoon or movie, the bread he had put in the toaster a few minutes ago suddenly popped up, making him jump and press the button by accident. How does that even happen? He definitely looked too eager adding him already but it was done now, no point cancelling the request in case Richard already had his phone in his hand, that would be even more weird. Taron put his iPad to the side to grab his toast, buttering it and bringing it back to the sofa, noticing his iPad light up with a message. He hurriedly sat down and ignored the toast he had just made, picking the iPad up hastily and opening the message.

1 new message: Richard Madden Richard: hey, again x

“Heh,” Taron chuckled, loving a guy that puts a single kiss at the end of a message, deciding he should reflect his message the same way.

Taron: hey you x

Taron flinched after hitting send, realising suddenly how weird that sounded.

Richard: ha, ‘you’ love that x

Taron: yea sorry wasn’t thinking haha x

Richard: no you’re fine it’s sweet! when are we going for that drink then? x

Taron: well when are you free?x

Richard’s typing bubble appeared, disappeared and reappeared quite a few times suggesting he was on the fence about his answer, a quirk which Taron found quite cute. 

Richard: ...tomorrow night?x

Taron: yep definitely up for that! How did your first day go by the way? Didn’t end up seeing you for the rest of the day x

Richard: yeah was all good definitely didn’t need to be as nervous as I was x

Taron: nice one knew you’d smash it mate! Anyway I better eat the toast that I forgot about and get to bed, bright and early for school tomorrow!x

Richard: I know right feels weird saying school tomorrow again but as a teacher now not a student, sure I’ll get used to it, night T x

“T, I like that..” Taron thought, should he nickname Richard too? It only seemed fair..

Taron: night Rich x

Taron lay his iPad down on the table for the last time that day, shovelling toast in his mouth before taking his plate to the kitchen to wash up and get settled for bed, trying to ignore the slight feeling of butterflies in his stomach every time he thought about his drink with Rich the following night, this might be a doorway into the exact thing he promised himself not to do when he started this job, but he couldn’t resist. 

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Tag list: @taron-eggmcmuffin

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book Three: Pestilence (Ignis x Reader) Chapter Ten

"Don't stray too far, lest you get left behind," Ardyn started as they headed for the ruins. "And surely you'd rather avoid unnecessary scuffles, seeing as you're now a trio. Well, with the exception of your new acquaintance." He stopped for a brief second, looking back at the four. "Oh, dear. Touchy subject?"

(Y/n) only smiled in response. Underneath the surface, she felt a tinge of anger when he doubted she could handle herself in battle. She decided not to spark an argument and continued to smile.

"One we won't discuss with you," Ignis responded.

"Then let's discuss why you're here. Hmm....It can't be archaeology...Mythril, perhaps?"

"This guy's reading our thoughts!" Prompto gasped.

Ardyn smirked, continuing to lead them through the swamp. "Mythril-it's a precious resource. We can't just let anyone get their hands on it."

"But you'll help us get ours on it, right?" Noctis questioned with a raised brow.

"I never said that."

"Of course you didn't," the freckled boy groaned.

The chancellor chuckled. "Where is the fun in that? I thought you'd rather dig it up yourselves."

Arriving at the ruins, the group spotted a familiar figure standing at the entrance with two imperial officers beside her. Ardyn spun around to face the boys and Horseman, causing them to stop in the ankle-deep waters of the swamp. "Fear not-I'll be but a moment."

He walks away from them, giving (Y/n) the chance to breathe. "My, my. What a character."

"He's a creep with the way he was touching you earlier," Prompto stated. "I mean, smelling your hair? That's really creepy."

"Mm, yes. I must admit-it sent a chill down my spine," Pestilence confesses with a small grimace.

"You really know how to hide your emotions," Noctis comments.

"Only when it concerns others."

"Ooh. Does that mean you've hidden some from us?" Prompto asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," she snickered in response.

Ardyn suddenly calls out to them, silencing the group. "All clear! Go ahead." He walks a few feet back toward the four, allowing them to proceed forth.

Noctis took the lead and approached the woman they fought only a week ago at Fort Vaullerey. She crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side. "So, you're the "new recruits" they sent over for "special training." Nice cover, runaway prince. At least you brought snowflake with you."

"Thanks," Prompto cheerfully replies.

The prince groaned in disbelief at his best friend not recognizing the sarcasm in the woman's tone. "Oh, c'mon!"

Aranea shook her head with a sigh, waving her hand in the air. "At ease, "recruits." There's nothing in it for this ex-mercenary to turn you in. Especially not with her around." The last part clearly being directed toward (Y/n). She directed her gaze to the ivory-haired girl with a slight smirk. "I know you were holding back during our first fight. Wouldn't want to see you in complete action unless you were fighting alongside me, snowflake."

The Horseman smiled. "I'm afraid my full potential is rather...unbefitting for human eyes. It is quite unsightly."

"Oh, yeah. Heard from some strange group of highwaymen that you've killed more than twenty of their men in just mere seconds. Gotta say, snowflake, you definitely don't look like a killer with that innocent face."

(Y/n) was somewhat relieved to know Aranea hadn't overheard from Silas' men of her status as one of the Four Horsemen. "Yes, well, Silas and his men are a cowardice bunch who wish to eradicate Eos of the weak by using a force no human could control even if the Astrals blessed it upon them themselves."

"Hmm..." Aranea hummed. "I'll keep that in mind when my men and I come across them again. We'll teach them a lesson or two."

"Please, do," Pestilence chuckled. "They deserve whatever punishment that comes their way."

The ex-mercenary grinned. "Will do, snowflake. Now, let's get this show on the road."

Prompto's eyes narrowed in bewilderment. ""Show"?"

"Forgot about your "training"? Well, I'm being paid to escort you...Just watch yourselves in there."

Ardyn overheard them and called out. "I trust you'll be civil. Commodore Aranea Highwind, I leave them to you."

Ignoring the chancellor, Aranea grabbed her helmet and pulled it snuggly over her head. "Search until sundown. It won't do you any good. If you're lookin' to get inside, you're gonna have to wait."

"(Y/n)," Ignis called out to the girl, remembering the trick she used on the entrance to Costlemark Tower.

"It seems you and I are on the same page, Ignis," she smirked at him. Walking past Aranea, she headed to the sealed entrance of the ruins. The boys and a confused ex-mercenary followed her through the murky water and up the ancient stone staircase.

The Horseman placed her hands against the frigid stone and casted a shadow spell to activate the mechanism sealing their only entrance into the ruins.

Aranea watched in amazement and merriment. "Well, well, well. Snowflake's got even more tricks up her sleeves. Nice work."

"Now we won't have to waste precious time to wait for sundown," (Y/n) exclaimed.

The five enter the ruins, Prompto eyeing the architecture around them. "What kind of place was this? Any idea, Ignis?"

"None," the jaded-eyed man responded.

"Maybe (Y/n) knows," Noctis said.

All eyes fell upon Pestilence, wondering if she could give them a little information on who once lived in such a structure since they knew she was an archaeologist in her previous life. She ran her hand across the stone wall, admiring the intricate carving method and design. "Along with the structure, all hints of who once lived here has been washed away with time. Though, I have seen such a design before on the outskirts of the Duscae region. Maybe the two are connected."

Aranea placed a hand on her hip. "Don't tell me you're a scholar, too."

"Not exactly," (Y/n) grinned. "I...am following in my father's footsteps of becoming an archaeologist." She worded her sentence carefully. She didn't want to drop hints about her true status because she had yet to find a reason to trust the ex-mercenary. There was melancholy behind her words, but it wasn't enough for the woman to detect.

"You're not just some dainty little flower these guys lug around just for looks, huh? You can kick ass anytime and are pretty knowledgeable. You're one hell of a package, snowflake."

The Horseman simply smiled as they delved deeper into the ruins. They maneuvered through countless of hallways and conjunctions leading in different directions. (Y/n) nibbles on her bottom lips when she saw a look of suspicion come across Aranea's face. "Where the hell are all the daemons? This place should be crawling with them."

Prompto briefly glanced at (Y/n), swallowing nervously. Noctis, being slightly calmer than his best friend, cleared his throat. "Maybe they're sleeping."

"You would say something like that," the blonde whispered to the prince.

When Pestilence tried to brew up a better explanation, a chill crept up her spine. She recognized the familiar presence as her eyes darted to the hallway to their left. Ignis and Aranea were the first ones to notice her strange behavior.

"(Y/n)," Ignis called out to the girl only a few feet away from him. "Is everything alright?" He heard a faint inhale of air from her slightly ajar lips before she stormed down the hallway.

"Wha-(Y/n)!" Prompto shouted as she ran away from the group.

Without hesitation, the group rushed after her. They turned various corners racing after the Horseman, but when they made another turn, she was no longer in sight. "What way do you think she went?" Noctis looked down the two pathways presented to them.

Ignis placed a hand over the pocket containing the summoning orb, but he decided against using it with Aranea currently tagging along. As he was pondering what to do next, he received a faint whiff of mock oranges. Immediately, he knew it was (Y/n)'s scent. "She's nearby," he said.

"How do you know?" Aranea questioned.

"This scent-it's hers."

The ex-mercenary sniffed the air, smelling the mock oranges. Before she could comment, everything began shaking. The group braces themselves as pebbles and a few large pieces of stone rain down around them. "An earthquake?! I thought we were done with those!" Prompto shouted over the loud rumbling.

"This isn't a natural phenomena," Ignis stated, dodging a pile of falling stones from the ceiling above.

"Since when are you an expert on earthquakes, Specs?" Noctis retorts.

"The rhythm is inharmonious."

"You think a daemon is causing the tremor?" Aranea asked.

"Or whatever creature resides in these ruins," he added.

"Guess we're in for a surprise," the woman snickered. "Better find snowflake before whatever's causing this place to shake finds her first."

<-------<<<<<<<<

An hour passed by without anyone knowing. They had yet to find (Y/n), having lost her scent half an hour ago. With her presence no longer in the vicinity, they were attacked by several daemons. Fortunately, the boys were able to play off why the enemies were now just appearing to keep Aranea from prying.

While walking down a long stairwell, Prompto grumbled as they descended deeper into the ruins and seeing no end to the stairwell they were traveling down. "Man, how far does this go?"

"Yet a ways still," Ignis sighs.

"And we still haven't found (Y/n)," Noctis said.

"I'm sure she's fine. She can handle herself," Aranea stated. "So, which one of you is the lucky guy?"

"What do you mean?" Prompto answered her question with one of his own.

"There's no way in hell a girl like that would be traveling with you unless she's close to one of you. So, who's the boyfriend?"

"B-Boyfriend?" The gunslinger stuttered.

"Out of the three of you, I'm guessing it's you." Aranea points to Ignis, who became flabbergasted at the accusation.

Before the advisor could deny such words, Noctis interrupted him. "Uh, yeah. They've been dating a while."

Ignis' face scrunched up at the prince's words. "Yes, well..."

"Oh, definitely!" Prompto chanted with a smirk. "Iggy can't keep his hands off her. He always talkin' about her, too!"

"Prompto," Ignis scolded the younger boy.

"What?" The sharpshooter feigned shock, ignoring what consequences he would suffer from later. "I'm only telling the truth!"

Ignis held his tongue, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Aranea chuckled and grinned at him. "Didn't take you for a clingy type of guy. I'm a little shocked."

"As am I," he mumbled to himself while adjusting his glasses.

"We better find your princess before she winds up impaled by daemons or by whatever thing is making this place shake," Aranea said, patting the strategist on the shoulder.

They continued through the ruins, more daemons spawning and blocking their path. They checked around every corner and dead end for (Y/n) but still couldn't find her.

Prompto huffed, slumping his shoulders forward as they checked another room off their list, Noctis tugged at a few of his raven locks with a sigh, Ignis rolled his shoulders from the pent-upped stress of the missing girl, and Aranea simply smirked at them. She folded her arms over her chest, watching their vexation caused by their absent companion. She thought about making a comment but decided to keep from teasing them.

Further into the ruins, the group makes their way into a large central chamber. They all gasped in amazement at the beautiful architecture. "Beautiful beyond words..." Ignis gazed all around them.

"That is pretty neat," Aranea said.

Prompto wandered over to the railing and leaned over it, staring upward. "Look up!"

"Whoa-If that's the water's surface..." The ex-mercenary's voice trailed off.

"Wait, what? Does this mean we're underwater?" He spotted a various amount of fish swimming in the water above. "Whoa. There's even fish."

"The hell is this place?" Noctis muttered.

"Can we truly be submerged?" Ignis asked.

"It does seem harder to breathe," the blonde said.

"Like seeing a dream," the prince stated.

"Gladio is seriously missing out."

"Probably not his thing."

"Now, now, you can never tell," the tactician exclaimed.

Prompto, taking the opportunity of the serenity, took out his camera and snapped pictures of the central chamber. As he scanned the area with his camera for the next perfect shot, his eyes narrowed when he spotted someone standing on the railing of a bridge below. He adjusted the lens and zoomed in to get a better look. When he recognized the person, he gasped and lowered his camera. He leaned over the railing, nearly losing his balance in the process. "Hey, (Y/n)!" Everyone's attention was grabbed and they rushed over the railing to peer down at the girl.

Pestilence heard Prompto's shouting and immediately looked up. She smiled and waved at him and the others, relieving them of their stress. But, it was short-lived.

Another tremor shook the entirety of the ruins. Among the rumbling, a strange and eerie hiss resonated throughout the large chamber. "W-What was that?" Prompto stuttered in a fearful tone.

"No daemon we've encountered has made such a ruckus," Ignis responded. The group held onto the railing, bracing their bodies as rubble fell all around them. The bespectacled man's eyes landed on (Y/n), seeing as she hopped off the railing to prevent from falling. She gripped the stone tightly, avoiding a few large pieces of stone that threatened to smash her skull in.

His emerald eyes widen in horror when he saw the bridge beginning to crumble. The cracks webbed around her feet, which didn't go unnoticed by the girl. She knew the fall would injure her severely, but the wounds would heal within seconds. What she feared the most was the extreme pain she'd experience. She also couldn't focus on teleporting to safety because she couldn't properly clear her mind. Slowly, she backed away, but the cracks followed with her every step.

"Noct!" Ignis shouted just as the bridge collapsed underneath (Y/n)'s feet. Luckily, she was able to grab on a part of the bridge that wasn't crumbling at the last second to cease her plummet.

"On it!" The prince conjured his engine blade and threw it to the bridge below. The sword embedded into the sturdy portion of the bridge and he felt the familiar tug on his body as he warped. His fingers wrapped around the hilt as his feet landed on the bridge. He dispelled his blade and immediately lunged forward to grab the Horseman's hand before she slipped. "You're a handful, (Y/n)," Noctis grunted, trying to pull her up to safety. The tremor had yet to cease and made it impossible to hoist her up onto solid ground.

Pestilence was speechless as she looked up at the ravenette. She couldn't believe he's risking his life for her. "Noctis, it's too dangerous!"

"Tell that to Specs!" He retorts just as the advisor made his way down to the bridge.

Ignis arrived and tried to help (Y/n), but she refused to give him her other hand. "You two need to head to safety! Leave me!"

"We won't stand for such stubbornness," Ignis sternly proclaimed. "Give me your other hand, (Y/n)."

She stared up into his eyes and saw the resolve in them. She knew this was not the place nor the time to be stubborn. Lifting her other arm, she reached up and Ignis grabbed it. As they began pulling her upward, the magnitude of the tremor increased. From where she hung, the Horseman saw the remainder of the bridge was collapsing. Before she could even warn them, it disappeared from underneath them.

Plummeting downward, Noctis was able to warp back to Prompto and Aranea. His body hung from his blade, eyes wide with fear, as he watched (Y/n) and Ignis fall.

[buckthegrump]

Faking It - 10

Summary: You are sent on a mission by Fury, only problem is your mission partner, and fake boyfriend, is the one person on the team you cannot stand. 

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader

Word Count: 1490

Warnings: Angst, canon typical violence, some fluff

A/n: last one for tonight

“Stop fiddling with it,” you said shooing Bucky’s hand away from his suit.

“It feels funny,” he whispered.

“It only feels funny because you’re not too sure about wearing it, it didn’t feel funny when you tried it on at the store.”

“Maybe it shrank in the wash,” he whispered a little panicked. 

“Well that’s not possible because we haven’t washed it, and I resent the implication that I cannot do laundry,” you said and wrapped your arm around his real one. 

“Ok but I look ridiculous,” he sighed.

“You look amazing, now c’mon we have a mission to do, hopefully from this party, we’ll get what we need and can go home.”

You and Bucky walked into the party that was already in full swing. You looked around and finally notice the company. There are a lot of people who are known to work with HYDRA.

“This was a bad idea,” you finally admitted to Bucky.

“Well it’s too late,” he whispered while waving to Victor, “Does anyone recognize us? Me?”

“Oh, great question, let me just pull out my mind-reading skills oh wait,” you pulled him closer so his ear is right next to your lips, “I’m not fucking Wanda.”

“I’m so glad you two could make it!” Lauren said wrapping her arms around the two of you.

“We’re so glad you invited us,” Bucky said.

“Well, go have fun, there’s food, dancing, and a lot of fun people to talk to,” she said and goes off to be a hostess.

Your paranoia was running at a million miles a minute. Running scenarios where Lauren also knows and it out for you, of all the ex-HYDRA people ganging up on you and Bucky. There were so many different scenarios running through your head you were distracted and not really paying attention.

“Y/n,” Bucky whispered to you.

“What?” His voice snapped you out of the daze you had been in.

“Calm down, I think we’ll be ok, and even if we weren’t your zoning out wouldn’t be very helpful to us now would it?”

“Fine but I need a drink,” you said and walked off to the table with the refreshments.

“So what’s a pretty face like you doing all by yourself?” A male voice that you didn’t recognize filled your ears.

You looked over to the source of the voice, the man standing uncomfortably close to you he had a smile that was too white and gave you the creeps. He gave you a weird vibe and you wanted to kick his ass but you had to keep up the cover, so you plaster a fake smile on your face and turned to him.

“Excuse me?” You asked as sickly sweet as you can.

“I was just wondering what it’ll take to get you to ditch this party with me.” His smile widened.

“The party just started,” you said.

“Excuse me,” Bucky interjected and then turned to you, “Y/n, join me for a dance.”

It wasn’t a question you realized as Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you to the dance floor.

“Excuse us,” Bucky said to the creepy man.

Bucky put his hand on your waist and held your hand while you place your free hand on his shoulder. He spun you around in time with the music.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“My pleasure, he was looking at you funny.”

“Funny how?” You asked.

“Like you were some trophy that he had to hang on his wall.”

“Well, thank you again.”

“Y/n, why do you always sound so surprised when I help you?” Bucky asked.

“Well,” you started but you notice the creepy guy walking away with Victor, “James, look.”

He spun you around so he can get a look at what you had seen. He danced with you to the edge of the dance floor and towards where Victor and the other one ran off to.

The two of you followed them down the hallway waiting for one of them to say something. You heard the footsteps stop and you find a place to hide and listen.

“Are you sure the new couple won’t disturb us or our plans?” The creepy guy asked.

“Yes, they’re just a couple we met, Lauren wanted to invite them,” Victor said.

“Does she know?”

“I’m keeping Lauren away from this you know that,” Victor reminded him.

“Ok so what is the plan again?”

“Damn it, Ted, we’ve been over this a million times and it’s not that hard,” Victor sighed, “Secretary Ross will invite us to a fundraiser In D.C. and then we will all meet and then continue to rebuild and then strike when the time is right.”

You made eye contact with Bucky who nodded.

You checked to make sure the coast is clear and then dragged Bucky back to the dance floor.

“So,” Bucky whispered to you, “All we have to do is get through the rest of this party-”

“Then we can go home,” you smiled.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Lauren is looking at us and we are supposed to be in love,” you remind him.

“Right.”

“Did you forget?”

“I was just preoccupied.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah saving your ass at every turn is very hard work,” Bucky teased.

“It was one time!”

“Twice, I’m counting ten minutes ago.”

“I could’ve gotten myself out of that and-”

“You’re missing my point Y/n,” Bucky chuckled.

“So what’s your point?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“My point is,” Bucky said, “I got your back.”

“And to think, I thought you hated me.”

“I thought you hated me,” Bucky said and then spun you and pulled you back in closer than you were before.

“Oh, I did hate you.”

“I hated you too then,” he smiled at you.

Your smile slowly faded as did his. He pressed his palm against the small of your back getting you closer to him. He continued to do so until you can feel his breath tickle your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips in anticipation of what you were hoping would come next.

“Y/n!” Lauren’s voice called you back to reality, “Come meet someone!” 

You slowly and reluctantly pulled away from Bucky without looking away until he let go of your hand. You walked over to Lauren and met the person she was talking to before excusing yourself to get back to Bucky.

Once he got you back he kept you on the dance floor for most of the night only stepping away when Lauren or Victor called you away to introduce you to someone or another. You took every face in, memorizing every feature making sure that you would be able to identify every person if you ever came across them again.

After a few hours, you and Bucky excused yourselves claiming to be tired and needing to go to bed. Lauren and Victor bid you goodbye.

/

Bucky flung himself onto the bed once back at the hotel room. He barely registered it as you walked into the bathroom. He haphazardly kicked off his shoes and took off his suit jacket then laid back down on the bed.

Bucky felt the bed dip next to him. He rolled to his side to look at you. You were laying down with your eyes closed, Bucky 

“I think I lied earlier today,” he whispered. 

“Hmm?” You responded not bothering to open your eyes.

“I don’t think I ever hated you, I think I’ve been in love with you since day one,” Bucky whispered.

Your eyes flew open and you made eye contact with him.

“What?” You shifted closer to Bucky.

“You heard me,” he whispered getting closer to you.

He propped himself up using his elbows and hovers over you. He waited, giving you every opportunity to stop him, instead you grab his face and pull him down to you. When your lips finally meet you moan into him. Bucky let his hands roam your body, the tips of his fingers dug into your skin, you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He continued to kiss you until it’s no longer just kissing until it progressed to a line that neither of you ever imagined crossing. Until articles of clothing were thrown about the room, until he could look at you, really look at you and take in how beautiful you were. Until he had explored every inch of your body.

“Bucky?” You whispered breathing heavily.

“Yeah,” he answered fully aware of the stupid smile across his face.

“Wake up.”

“What?” his smile disappeared.

“Wake up.”

Bucky opened his eyes to see you laying in bed and his pants still on. He slowly got off the bed careful not to wake you and went into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and then looked at himself in the mirror.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked himself.

[ghosthunthq]

The Bones in the Acid 5

By: @sprghosthunter​

Prompt:  crime investigation AU

“You look awful,” Yasu said before he had the time to reconsider his choice of words.

Glaring with bloodshot eyes, Mai snagged the second cup of tea from his hand. She plopped down in her seat and sighed, “I had a really weird dream last night. I couldn’t go back to sleep after waking up at like… four in the morning.”

“Bad dream? Mind if I ask about it?” Yasu cupped his tea with both hands and sat opposite Mai.

The investigator shrugged. “It was about this case. I mean, there isn’t any way my dream was related, but it was scary as hell.” Mai waved her hand. “Anyway, I was in this large house. It was like a maze. Doors that went nowhere, rooms inside rooms, kinda like the Winchester Mansion.”

“Uh huh,” nodded Yasu. “I take it things got weirder?”

“Yeah…” the woman hunched over her cup. “I remember being dragged down this long hall by two big men. It led to this dead hedge maze that was somehow still inside the house. Then I was taken to a room made up with tiles. Kaneyuki was there, and he looked like a monster. He didn’t have a real defined shape I guess, but I knew it was him.  He ordered the men holding onto me to strap me down to this long table, and then… he came up over me with a knife, and slashed my throat.”

Mai touched her neck as she shook off the oncoming chills.

“Whoa… That’s crazy,” Yasu commented. 

“Oh, it doesn’t end there,” Mai cleared her throat. “After I was dead, I kinda just watched everything from above. Kaneyuki and his minions drained my blood into a bathtub. The old bastard then stripped, and began to bathe in it.”

“Ah…” Yasu’s face scrunched, “That’s sick. Sorry you had such a bizarre dream.”

Shrugging, Mai took a sip from the disposable cup, “It’s fine. It was so insane… but I can’t help but think there was some validity to it. My gut just tells me at least a portion of it is true…”

Yasu thought for a long moment before speaking, “Well, if you’re that suspicious of Kaneyuki, we could send Naru to dig up some clues? After all, he’s got an open invitation to the guy’s mansion. And we could follow them, in case something goes wrong.”

Mai pursed her lips. “I don’t know. As… pissed as I still am at him, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. What if Kaneyuki really is up to some freaky shit? And he hurts Naru? That would totally be on us… and I don’t think I could forgive myself for putting him in that kind of position if he were to get seriously hurt or killed.”

“But it would probably help us determine if he’s a worthwhile suspect or not. I don’t think Kaneyuki would just kill Naru in one visit. Especially bugging him to go over with me in the room. Don’t think the guy is that dumb.”

“Hmm…” Mai blew on her tea, “Alright. But he’s going to be wearing a wire, and a small camera. I’m not taking any risks. We’ll head down to the lab in about an hour and let him know.”

…line break…

“You can hear me, right Naru?”

Oliver cupped his hand over his ear and retorted, “Yes. Your voice is quite shrill, Mai.”

“Naru… please take this seriously. We don’t want you getting hurt, so checking the equipment is really important.”

He rolled his eyes and dropped his hand back down to his side. 

“So,” Mai continued, “we’ll be right behind you, and constantly watching. And if something’s up, or you feel uncomfortable, let us know ASAP, okay?”

“Alright.” Oliver stepped outside. He cast a glance towards the black SUV Mai and Yasu were operating before turning his attention to the dark sedan that pulled up to the curb. The back window rolled down, offering Olvier a view into the car. Kaneyuki was sitting inside, smiling at him.

“I’m glad you decided to accept the invitation, Dr. Davis. Please, take your seat and we’ll be off.”

Oliver opened the door. As he slid inside the vehicle he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He turned his body towards the elderly man as he pulled the door shut. With a fake grin, he replied in the kindest tone he could muster, “My research is important to me, Mr. Miyama. I apologize for declining your offer the other day. It has just been a rather busy week.”

Kaneyuki nodded. “Yes. I imagine things get busy when the bureau infringes on your talents. Did you, by chance, finish with your forensics on those remains?”

Oliver nodded. “Yes, and I believe an arrest has been made.”

“Naru! What are you doing?!”

Oliver ignored Mai’s voice. He had been told to extract as much information as possible. He wanted to see Kaneyuki’s reaction and lower his guard, in case he was the potential murderer.

“Oh, really?” Kaneyuki’s smile widened. He laced his fingers together and leaned against the leather seat. “That’s wonderful news. They are quite lucky to have you as a resource.”

Noting the other passanger’s posture, Oliver angled himself so Mai’s camera could record it. “Yes. I am unsure how many murders would go unsolved had it not been for my intervention.”

“Dozens, I’m sure,” chuckled Kaneyuki.

Nodding in agreement, Noll changed the subject, “Speaking of intervention, you expressed interest in funding my next project.”

“Yes,” the man faced Oliver, “but I do have one request. Your next dig site is in Slovakia?”

“It is. Does something specifically interest you?”

“Indeed. You see,” he leaned uncomfortably close to Oliver, “I have quite an interest in Csejte Castle.”

Csejte Castle? Oliver thought it was a strange interest. The stories surrounding it were all rather grim. And Kaneyuki hadn’t specified any true interest in his last excavation. Nor had he stipulated that Oliver search in a particular area.

“You have an interest in Elizabeth Báthory?” Oliver raised a brow. It was the only thing that made sense. Csejte Castle wasn’t well-known for anything else.

“I suppose it’s a rather embarrassing admission, but yes. I find her story quite fascinating. I was hoping you could spend a little time excavating the area, in search of her unmarked grave, and… original accounts of the incidents. It’s rumored that she had a diary. I would very much like to add something like that to my personal collection.”

…line break…

“Mai… this is weird…” Yasu said. He looked at her before focusing on the road again. “You had a dream about this guy bathing in blood, and now he’s bringing up Elizabeth Báthory? I’m skeptical that it’s a coincidence.”

Mai nodded. “I agree. And the fact he wants a personal diary of hers to himself? It’s odd.” She waited a moment, listening to Naru and Kaneyuki speak. As the two discussed plans to dig around Csejte Castle, she pushed the button on the monitor on the dashboard.

“Hey Naru, this Báthory thing… see if you can’t find out why he’s so interested. I’ve got a hunch this ties into our investigation.”

Yasu sighed, “I really hope you’re wrong, Mai.”

“Yeah… me too.”

…line break…

“Your home is… interesting,” Noll commented. He looked towards the staircase that hung from the ceiling. It didn’t reach the floor. The last step was roughly an arms length over his head. “May I ask why you’ve chosen such… a unique design?”

Kaneyuki strode ahead of Oliver. “This design was inspired by the Winchester Mansion. I have a taste for the more unusual sights.”

Mai bit her nails as she watched the video feed. “Yasu… I don’t like this. I think we need to pull Naru out.” She continued to watch as Oliver followed after Kaneyuki through various hallways. There were multiple doors at random locations throughout the mansion. Some were horizontal, diagonal, and missing knobs or handles. Oliver nearly tripped, as one has been on the floor.

“Oh, I apologize! Do watch your step!” Kaneyuki had reached towards Oliver to steady him 

Mai shifted closer to the screen when Oliver refused assistance. She inhaled deeply as Naru continued to follow after Kaneyuki. Once they reached an open door, Kaneyuki disappeared inside. Oliver cautiously followed.

The camera focused, adjusting to the dim lighting. Two arm chairs sat before a lit fireplace. A table with an empty wine glass sat between them. Off to the far right of the brick furnace was a closet. One of the doors was slightly ajar, offering a view into complete darkness.

Mai’s face dropped. She had seen the room before, in her dreams. It was a complete carbon copy of the image her mind had conjured. Smashing the call button, Mai allowed her instincts to take over. “Naru! Get out of there now!”

Yasu yanked Mai’s arm away. “Mai, he can’t just run! That would totally give him away! Besides, even though it’s really creepy, there isn’t any conclusive-”

“I saw this exact room in my dream! That door, it’s not for a closet! It leads into a long hallway! I know it does, and if Naru goes down it he’s dead! I don’t care if we have evidence or not at this point! Naru has to get out of that house!” she yelled at her partner before jamming the button again. “Naru, don’t follow him anywhere else!”

Holding a hand to his head, Yasu grabbed Mai’s cell phone and dialed the scientist. He at least needed an excuse to leave. Yasu planned to make up some story about needing Oliver for an interrogation… something like that.

The line rang, but Yasu didn’t hear Oliver’s phone ringing through the camera feed. Rather, Oliver was maintaining conversation, stalling for either Yasu or Mai to intervene.

“Oh, you must see my historical collection of the macabre! I’m sure you’ll find it fascinating!”

Yasu cursed, calling Oliver again - hopefully a signal would get through.

“I’m sure I would find it to be interesting, but we could take a look at another time. I’d rather finish our negotiations regarding your sponsorship. Though I have made time for you this afternoon, I must return to the lab. I’m expected to give a presentation to the bureau on Monday.”

Mai held her breath, hoping that Kaneyuki would escort Oliver out of the mansion. Oliver had given Kaneyuki a good reason to believe killing Oliver in that moment was a bad idea. He was expected to be somewhere related to the bureau within the next week, and Mai knew Kaneyuki was careful.

“Oh, please, just a moment! It won’t take long!”

Unable to understand Kaneyuki’s continued insistence, Mai gave Yasu a troubled look. The profile she had built of Kaneyuki… it appeared to mean nothing at all!

“Another time,” Oliver’s tone was slightly more forceful. 

Kaneyuki’s features darkened with Oliver’s unwillingness to comply. Mai swore he had made eye contact with her through the camera. His nearly back irises instilled fear deep into her bones.

“Come along, Dr. Davis. I sincerely promise you will find it interesting.” His tone was chilling.

Oliver had stepped back. The camera shook as he was pushed forward. He struggled, dropping to his knees and he yelled, “Let go!”

“Oh shit…” Yasu cursed.

“We’re going in now! Call a team for back up!” Mai pushed the call button one last time, assuring Oliver they were on the way.

…line break…

Oliver lost his footing as he was forcibly escorted down a long, dark hallway. He tore a hole through the knee of his trousers upon falling. His shoulders burned as he was jerked upwards via his biceps. He yelled, demanding to be released. Neither of the two men on his sides yielded, rather, they followed behind Kaneyuki, pulling Oliver along.

Led into a garden of dead shrubbery, Oliver narrowed his eyes. A dried branch sweeped over his cheek. He bristled at the contact. Fidgeting, he dug the soles of his shoes into the stone pathway. His efforts didn’t do much in slowing his escorts. Oliver only managed to twist his ankle. 

They approached a large door shortly after Oliver injured himself. Kaneyuki had stopped, placing a hand over the iron surface. He threw a nasty grin in Oliver’s direction. Oliver countered with a scowl. Before Kaneyuki pulled the latch on the door, Oliver thought he heard a voice coming from the other side. Straining his ear, he blinked. He thought he recognized it. It sounded much like his own.

The door was pulled open, hinges protesting with a squawk. Oliver was pushed forward. He lost his balance as the strong hold on his arms was released and tumbled to the floor. His palms pressed against cool tiles as he lifted his head. On the edge of his vision, Oliver saw movement in the far corner. Focusing his gaze, Oliver recognized his double, who was very much alive.

“Gene?!” Oliver sputtered out of genuine shock.

“Noll! Noll, you have to get away!” 

A slick, slimy voice sounded inches from Oliver’s ear, “Didn’t I tell you that you would find my collection interesting?”

Oliver snapped his head back to see the malicious glint in Kaneyuki’s eyes. Before he had the chance to respond or move to his feet, he was dragged further into the room by a clump of his hair and thrown into the corner adjacent to Gene.

“No! Let him go!” Gene shouted. Oliver’s twin dove towards him, but was jerked back by his restraints. His chafed wrists began to ooze a sticky red and his shoulder gave an audible pop. Wincing, Gene strained himself, trying to get as close to Oliver as possible

Struggling against the men binding him in chains, Oliver caught sight of a ceramic bathtub. Deep set, copper red stains were streaked across its surface. His fight grew more frantic as he began to understand Kaneyuki’s actual plans. 

During his resistance, Oliver’s phone was stolen from his pocket. The camera on his collar and the small earpiece in his ear canal went unnoticed, though Oliver suspected his connection with Mai and Yasu had been severed. He hadn’t heard anything from them…

Once fully restrained, Oliver’s phone was passed to Kaneyuki. 

The man lingered over Oliver and taunted him, “Don’t worry, there’s still more to come, Dr. Davis. I’m sure you’ll appreciate a front row seat to a reenactment of the events that took place in Csejte Castle.”

[etlunainmorte]

❄ Three Wishes ❄

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"This,... is no time to be joking around." V was suddenly wide - eyed upon hearing Griffon's statement.

V seriously has no idea what turned him into that of all things in the first place. All he knew was that Avery and Roman were planning for something truly special for the kids in the neighborhood of Swan Lane for Halloween. Ideas were discussed, plans were formulated, even some weird props were bought from the local store.

What happened next was easily the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to the poor, clueless poet.

And that was almost seven weeks ago.

Despite that, V would still cringe from time to time whenever someone reminded him of that. But, it doesn't matter. All he knew was that, in spite of wearing heavy makeup and some form of unspeakable costume, you were there.

You were there.

And he could still remember the moments and every bit of conversation he had with you that day.

It all started when Avery and Roman transformed their mansion into a haunted mansion. Not only that, everyone he knew was commissioned ( not asked or invited��) to show up on that day in their most impressive Halloween costumes. Kyrie and Nero, being the two biggest suckers in the world when it comes to children, graciously accepted, and made costumes of their own. Dante, whose water and electric bills were due on the first of November, reluctantly accepted, and declared that he made a costume that would end all costumes. Nico also answered, and her participation involved effects such as different colored - spot lights, creepy sound effects, and a fog machine. Even Shadow and Griffon were given roles of their own.

And V? Let's just say he has no other choice but to go along with Nico's idea, since he didn't have enough time to buy or make a costume of his own ( unlike Dante, who chose to lie around the shop all day, the poet accepted jobs left and right, even though it pushed him to his limit most of the time ).

They had one job: to scare the children who dared enter the mansion and give rewards to those who could make it to the last room.

And Nico, being Nico, invited you of all people.

"This,... is no time to be joking around." V was suddenly wide - eyed upon hearing Griffon's statement.

"I'm serious here, V! She's already skulkin' 'round the courtyard." Griffon declared, his eyes were as wide as V's. "She'll be here within a few moments!"

Meanwhile, as you walked cautiously about the courtyard that was cutely decorated with skeletons, scarecrows, and graveyards, you felt someone stalking you from behind. You couldn't help but giggle, fully expecting something to jump out of the bushes and try to scare you.

And a few seconds later, as expected, something did jump, not from the bushes, but from one of the Styrofoam tombs. It was brown, it was furry, it has frightening claws, it has yellow eyes,...

... and it was wearing a pair of Fortuna University jerseys with the numbers 007 in it.

"Huh?" The werewolf thing mumbled as he scratched his head in confusion. "Were you even scared?"

"Umm, what are you supposed to be?" You asked the Wolf - man with an apologetic smile.

Nero was able to smile despite the few pounds of makeup and prosthetics on his face and flexed before you, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. "I'm Bond. James Bond. Teen Wolf Bond, actually."

"Oh. Okay,..." you nodded. Not wanting to disappoint the young Devil Hunter, you added, "Oh, but, hey! That's a very creative costume!"

"I made it with Kyrie. The idea is mine."

"Well,... I like your creativity. Good job!"

"You do? Hehe, thanks!" If Nero could wag the fake tail that was attached to his bottom, he could very well do it multiple times in happiness after hearing your compliment.

"Go get 'em, Teen Wolf Bond!" You said, saluting him. Nero saluted and went back to where he was hiding to wait for his new victims.

Then, you made your way towards the mansion. Before you could even enter the premises, however, the door opened by itself, allowing you to walk freely and wander about the place.

Hmm, this must be the Artisan, Nico’s idea, you thought as you smiled and accepted the invitation. Nice touch,...

However, even before you could take a few steps inside the room, something jumped from one of the Grecian statues and howled with the full intention of scaring you. But, you didn't. Instead, you felt yourself bursting with muffled laughter at the sight.

With hair severely slicked back using some kind of cheap one - dollar wax, face hilariously pale with pharmacy - grade foundation, and a blue coat done with the worst stitching possible, Dante made quite an impression.

The smile on the Legendary Devil Hunter's face vanished as you finally let out the suppressed laughter that was quite literally killing you.

"That's not the desired response,..." Dante mumbled as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"I told you! No one's gonna get scared with that." Avery, who just came down from the second floor dressed up as Morticia Addams, scolded.

"You're wrong there, señora." Dante retorted. "My brother is the creepiest, most frightening creature I've ever met."

"I'm sorry, who?" You asked through your uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"My brother, Vergil!" Dante proudly announced. "Scariest of the scariest douchebags I know. He's away on a mission right now."

"Well, I'm not scared of him." You answered after catching your breath and finally calming down. "Unless he's a zombie who raids local pharmacies for cosmetics like how you're portraying him, that is. Then, I would definitely get scared. Of the real one."

Dante's pout almost made you hysterical with laughter once more, and before he could further embarrass himself in front of the children who would come and explore the house, Avery stepped in and intervened. "Think of a different strategy. I know you can do it." She said with a mighty tap on Dante's shoulder.

And with a smile, you left the two and headed for one of the rooms on the right. Skipping the life - size portrait of an evil - looking doctor with a moustache ( Avery placed Lancaster's portrait back on its former place for added horrific flair ), you entered what looked like a living room, complete with a sofa, a glass top table, and an old television in front of it. Thinking that the person here could be emulating a scary scene from a popular horror movie, you sat on the sofa and glanced at the television, which was currently only airing some weird static.

With a feeling of sheer anticipation for what's to come, you drummed your fingers on your lap and waited. And a few moments later, you noticed something coming out of the television's screen.

Nice detail, you thought to yourself as you watched a hand pop out of the screen. How are they doing this?

You continued to watch as another arm popped out of the screen, and inch by creepy inch, the lady in white finally managed to come out of the television.

So, she's doing the girl from Ring! You thought as you watched the lady convulse and hiss at you, her rotten face actually doing a good job of unnerving you. She didn't do anything else aside from that, however. She remained where she was, rooted to the ground and convulsing.

And so, as you thanked Nero's girlfriend for doing a marvelous job on her scary prank, you got out of the room just in time to hear some childish screams coming from the great hall. 

Dante must've changed strategies now,...

As you were about to leave the hallway, you noticed something blue and shiny on the ground. You grabbed it right away and realized it was an exquisite feather that seemed to glow and cast light to the dark hallway. You looked ahead of you and noticed more of these blue black feathers scattered on the floor, clearly leading towards another room.

Rightfully thinking that this could very well lead to an interesting discovery, you followed the path made of feathers that was made solely for you. Picking the beautiful feathers one by one and collecting them, you felt the temperature in the mansion clearly dropping by the second, and when you reached your destination - a door which was being pointed by that last feather - you heard someone running about on the other side. You even heard some voices, not one but, two.

Smiling and feeling excited, you opened the door,...

... and saw nothing, aside from the three or four bookshelves and the old grand piano in the middle of the room.

Taking a step inside, you cautiously looked around the place, waiting for something to come out and chase you around.

The door closed on its own, and the temperature dropped even further. You closed your parka and took a few more steps. Then, you noticed something on the stool in front of the piano - a steel pot.

Raising your eyebrows, wondering what a steel pot was doing there, you walked towards it, and before you could even grab it, you noticed something that looked like a dishcloth next to it.

A steel pot, and a dishcloth,...

Do they want me to rub this thing clean?!

Rolling your eyes and chuckling at the simple thought, you carefully placed the feathers you collected on a small table nearby ( you wanted to make something out of those ), took the steel pot and the dishcloth and started rubbing it, waiting for something to happen,...

"Oh! Now?" You heard a whisper from behind one of the bookshelves. "Okay, here goes!"

All of a sudden, something like a weak electricity ran through your whole body and startled you, making you drop the steel pot on the floor, and when you bent to pick it up, black smoke rose from it, engulfing it and swallowing it whole.

Where did - ?!

"Greetings, my lady." A low voice spoke. You slowly looked up and saw,...

... that gentleman you met at your cousin's wedding.

Now, who was this man again? Oh! It's V! His name is V. Although,...

... what’s that funny – looking turban doing on top of his head? Why was he standing like that, all proud and mighty, with his arms crossed over his chest?

And, most importantly, why was his skin blue?

"Umm,..." You began, uncertain how to respond. "Y - your steel pot,... I don't know what happened. It seemed so real and - "

"You have set me free from a hundred years of slumber." V spoke in what he hoped to be a mystical kind of tone. "And to show you my gratitude, I shall now grant you,... three wishes."

"W - wait a second here, three wishes?" You asked, finally figuring out what V was supposed to be. "Do you mean to say you're a Genie,... trapped in a steel pot?!"

V felt his face heat up at your words but, due to his heavy blue makeup, he was most definitely certain that you couldn't see through his shame of being a Genie for Halloween. He knew you have every right to laugh at him, to mock him for going through such a foolish thing, however,...

... you only gave him a gentle and understanding smile as if you sensed his discomfort.

And it warmed V's heart.

"Wanna sit down for a while?" You offered, and a few moments later, you were laughing at his stories of how he ended up here doing Avery's bidding once more.

"Stand in a steel pot, she said." V said, his words making you laugh harder. "It'll be fun, she said."

"I'm glad you didn't stand in a steel pot, though." You answered as you gave the man an apologetic look. "One comic relief for a Halloween attraction is enough. We don't need to add another."

V hummed in agreement, not saying any more words to add to the conversation.

For a while, V just sat there beside you, appreciating the quiet and peaceful moment between the two of you. No words were exchanged between you for a while, and yet, despite that, V truly felt at ease next to you.

It was like,...

... he was back during that time when he first met you. Not during the wedding, no, but, way back.

It was right here where he saw you after wandering about in the dark for so long. You played the piano for him, and you even gave him words of encouragement. And those words were the very weapons he used against the evil that once imprisoned the innocent souls here in this mansion for its own gain.

It was also here where he kissed you for the very first time.

And he was well aware that, unfortunately, you couldn't remember a thing about him, only that you knew you have seen him before but, couldn't remember when or where exactly. He confirmed this, himself, when he started observing you from the moment you reunited with him during Avery and Roman's wedding.

And now, as he observed you in the corner of his eye, he noticed the subtle look of sadness in your face. You may have shown him that you were happy and well, when, in fact, you felt the opposite. And it unnerved, no, worried V, a lot.

He desired nothing but your happiness, he didn't need to see anything else but your smile. After everything you've been through in your past life, he knew he must give you what you truly deserved and more. He will give back everything he owed you, for saving him, for making him see the truth in the face of evil, for making him believe that he's strong,...

... for believing in him despite everything.

Right then and there, he made up his mind, and he swore he would never repeat the mistakes of the past.

He vowed that he will make you the happiest woman on earth.

As he stroked the antique locket in his pocket, he turned to you and quietly uttered your name.

"Hmm?"

"Have you thought of them?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Your three wishes." V clarified. "Have you thought of them?"

"Oh! I,..."

V helplessly watched as he saw you fidget on your seat. Did he say too much?

"What I mean is," V added. " ... you've set me free from the confines of the evil steel pot. I feel it is only fitting that I should return the favor."

And to this, you giggled once more. You found it simply cute and adorable that, despite his discomfort in playing the role of the Genie, he still managed to be in character.

Somehow, you felt that he's doing you a kindness you don't deserve. Would it be like taking advantage of his kindness?

"Oh, Mr. V, you don't have to. We're basically just playing trick or treat, right? I mean you don't have to go to so much trouble,..."

"But, I insist." V answered with that disarming smirk of his. Damn, that smile! "And you can call me V. No need for such formalities."

Just like how V felt a few minutes earlier, you felt your face getting hotter with just that killer smile of his. However, unlike him, you're not wearing any makeup, save for some light lipstick and mascara. You could never hide your true feelings from him.

And so, with a sigh, you decided to just play along. "I suppose you will have a negative reaction if I ask you to turn me into a millionaire,..."

"Is it what you truly want? Wealth? Then, I could - "

"No! I mean, I'm only joking." You smiled nervously, feeling shocked after learning that V truly meant his word - that he really wanted to fulfill your three wishes. "It's not what I want."

"Then, please, tell me your deepest desires." V urged, his insistence actually making you a bit nervous and excited for the wrong reasons. “And I shall turn it into reality.”

With a deep sigh, you contemplated on what to say for a while. And when you finally decided on what to truly wish for, you spoke once more.

"Okay, first of all, I want you to have a rest day every once in a while." You noticed the look of question in his face and immediately clarified your statement. "Ah, I didn't mean this in a bad or hard way, believe me! It's just that, I noticed you work too hard, you barely have enough time for yourself. Maybe eat outside or cook something. Have fun with friends. Go to the mall, shop for clothes, or watch movies. Or if you want, you can drop by our house anytime you want and gran and I will prepare something for you. Or maybe, ahh, hang out?"

"Is that," V mused, a look of fascination in his gentle features. " ... an invitation, my lady?"

You swore he could kill you with that sultry voice and that devilish smile of his! You were even positive that you were blushing quite madly and shamelessly right before him. "I g - guess so. Yes."

"Oh, my. How generous of you. Well, then, what about the second wish?"

"Umm, let's see,... I want to," You muttered as you looked up at the Victorian style ceiling. " ... I want to have a proper rest."

"Hmm, and what does the lady mean by those words?"

You smiled guiltily at him. "I’ve been having some difficulty in sleeping for a month now. I just toss and turn around in bed, and I still couldn't sleep."

So, that explains the dark circles underneath her lovely (E/C) eyes,... "That,... must be really,... bothersome,..."

"Oh, you could say that again." You agreed, then sighed as you allowed your posture to slip for a slouch. "I miss those days when I could easily sleep like a child."

V hummed, then, a few moments later, he cleared his throat and went on. "And the third wish?"

"I want to move on."

The words came too fast that it almost slipped past V's radar.

What,... did she mean by those words?

"You,... want to move on?"

"Oh! Ah, scratch that, please. It's a joke, n - nothing too important,..." You stuttered, fully knowing that V would see through your lie.

And see through it, he sure did.

The desire to go out and have fun with friends. The longing to have a peaceful sleep.

And wanting to move on.

He knew, or at least figured out, what was really going on.

With a simple smile, he raised his metal cane that once belonged to Victor Blake ( not William Blake’s descendant ) and gently tapped your head with it. Then, as softly as he could, he raised your chin with his long and slender fingers and made you look him in the eye.

"Your wish,... is my command,..."

After your talk with the mysterious V, the rest of the day went by without so much as a ruckus. The host and hostess Avery and Roman, dressed as Morticia and Gomez Addams, graciously welcomed all the guests at the gate. Almost everyone who visited the house had their photos taken with Nero as the Teen Wolf Bond. However, he was not the most popular Halloween attraction. Dante, who finally made up his mind to chuck out his cheap Vergil cosplay, decided to just throw all pride and pretense aside and simply morphed into his Sin Devil Trigger form to scare people. And he became an instant hit. V declared he was too tired of granting people's wishes as the Genie after your conversation and decided to let Griffon and Shadow ( who only scared and bullied the hell out of the people who made out of Dante's prank without so much as a tear in one eye ) take over as his wish - granting familiars. Nico, who was staying in one of the rooms on the first floor, enjoyed the hell out of frightening people with her awesome effects.

And Kyrie? Apparently, she was stuck in the kitchen, waiting for someone to get lost in there so she could offer them the magical potions she made as a Good Witch.

There never was a Girl From Ring in the first place,...

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❄ Snippets of V and Reader's conversations were based on a real - life conversation with @la-vita . ❄

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[euphorianyx]

Daddy Issues [Sunset] -27-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting like a dick towards her she quit her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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Hoseok let out a creepy giggle and pulled down the zipper of your black hoodie. When he took it off slowly the thin white material beneath revealed your features to him. Eyeing you intensely Hoseok’s hand was on your chest.

“Look at how fast your heart is beating. Calm down sweet thing I will make things easy for you.”

His hand at the back of your neck he pulled your hair. As you faced him his thumb traveled on your lips.

“So how do you like it? Jeon is rough, isn’t he?”

Fear could be read from your eyes you started to tremble and stuttered.

“Don’t...”

A wide smile took place on Hoseok’s lips as he whispered to your ear.

“Just obey me and I won’t hurt you...”

You closed your eyes and gulped. Hoseok walked by the table across the room and grabbed a pair of scissors. While he was walking towards you, you stopped breathing for a good minute. Your body getting colder you could only whisper.

“Who wanted you to do this?”

Hoseok stopped and seemed surprised. He tilted his head while thinking about if he should reveal the answer or not. Since he already had you he decided to play with open cards. Pulling up a chair backward, he sat down comfortably.

“Kwon YoonHae”

When you rolled your eyes in annoyance it was his turn to be surprised.

“You already knew?”

You shook your head casually.

“I am the only obstacle for her kingdom.”

Caressing his jaw casually Hoseok softly spoke.

“Beautiful and smart...No wonder you are the one for Jeon but I am sorry Y/N.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“People like me need to obey either a king or a queen and my owner is the queen.”

You looked at him right in the eyes.

“Do you think JungKook will let you live?”

Hoseok gave you one of his bright smiles.

“No... but I think Kwon's will protect me.”

Then his hand grabbed the hem of your t-shirt. You had nothing to do when he started to cut it from bottom to up.

“Chit-chat time is over, now its playtime...”

YoonGi sighed before he explained.

“There are five safe houses.”

JungKook’s eyes were dark as he spoke.

“I know but are you sure he is at one of them?”

YoonGi ruffled his hair with a hiss. 

“Let's go, I know how we will find out...”

They did not waste any more time and car growled on the road.  YoonGi told JungKook to stop in front of a small kiosk on the corner of an intersection. When the guy standing behind saw them he furrowed his eyebrows. YoonGi gestured JungKook to do the talk.

“We are looking for The Ghost and I believe you know how we can find him.”

The guy looked at both their faces then shook his head unwillingly. Losing his cool JungKook grabbed the silver gun from his back and put it on the tiny counter.

“10 seconds then I will dig a hole in your brain.”

The guy had a small smile on his lips as he showed the security cameras.

“I don’t think you can.”

JungKook flashed a big grin.

“Are you sure they work?”

Then he started to count from ten but the guy was still hesitating. On fourth JungKook grabbed the gun and the guy panicked. With wide eyes, he stuttered.

“Wait... I will tell you.”

JungKook stopped and was all ears. The guy finally revealed he saw The Ghost with a girl and where they went. After their talk, YoonGi finally spoke.

“He is in the main house. We are not that far from there.”

They literally ran towards the car to make it on time. On the way, JungKook sent the location to YugYeom so he could come by with other men.

When Hoseok cut the t-shirt up to down he let the cold metal of the scissors make thin red lines on your skin. Even though you did not make any sound your chest was rising and falling continuously. He bit down on his lip before he whispered.

“I will make sure you have the best time of your life before it ends.”

He put the scissors down and caressed your cheek gently. His hand slowly slide down from your neck to your breasts. You could feel his touch over your white lace bra. When his hand slide even lower you closed your eyes and prayed for JungKook to find you.

Hoseok’s hand was at the edge of your sweatpants. All of a sudden you heard a harsh voice growling out of the door.

“Your playtime is over.”

You knew that voice very well and as soon as you heard it your tense body relaxed. Hoseok rolled his eyes and hissed under his breath.

“I suggest you leave or I won’t be kind to her.”

After the short conversation, the door was broken with a loud crash. JungKook drove straight in which surprised Hoseok. Soon he was behind you with a small pocketknife.

“Move and I won’t hesitate.”

He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw YoonGi.

“Of course it was you... The Shadow.”

JungKook arched an eyebrow as his voice was raspy.

“You think you can stay alive? I will make sure you taste the most horrible pains before I take your life with my bare hands.”

Hoseok knew he had no chance to live if he killed you right there. He had two options. The first was to get out of the safehouse with you alive, the second was trying to reason with JungKook. JungKook’s eyes were the darkest you have ever seen and he almost growled.

“Give me a good reason not to kill you right now.”

Hoseok realized he had no chance to get away with what he has done.  He stopped for a moment and thought about what was his best option. He tilted his head and murmured.

“If I give you something useful?”

JungKook squinted his eyes.

“So you are trying to convince me?”

Still holding the knife through your throat Hoseok explained.

“As a professional, I keep phone records.”

JungKook’s voice was still cold as ice.

“Let Y/N go and I will consider talking to you.”

Hoseok raised his head.

“Let my life assurance go?... I don’t think so...We’ll talk like this”

JungKook hissed took a look at you once again. You were there tied up and half-naked and he was already fairly mad about it. Hoseok gestured towards his hand.

“Drop it...”

When JungKook did not do it Hoseok caused a little mark on your throat and it started to bleed. Your teardrops started to fall and JungKook could not take the risk anymore. He put the gun on the ground and tried to buy the time until YugYeom arrived. 

“You were talking about phone records...”

He shifted the topic. Hoseok smiled brightly when he heard JungKook.

“You are interested, aren’t you? You want to end Kwon's.”

JungKook’s eyes were still dark.

“What if I do... Do you have something for help?”

Hoseok tilted his head as his voice got lower.

“Maybe... my little talk with YoonHae could be useful, hmm?”

JungKook arched an eyebrow.

“Why would you give something like that to me?”

Hoseok looked down then right back at him.

“I am stuck here but I want to live...”

YugYeom was finally there and located everyone around the small building. Everyone took their places quietly and started to watch around. YugYeom grabbed the binoculars and saw Hoseok’s back. 

His hand was on YugYeom’s sight and he just pulled the trigger. After the crash of the window Hoseok’s hand started to bleed as he dropped the knife. You were still in shock and could not move at all. JungKook grabbed you and pulled towards himself. He gave you his jacket and you wore it right away. 

“Get in the car...”

Was what he said to you. With your legs still shaking you walked towards the car and took the guest seat.

Hoseok was on the ground but JungKook pulled him up by his neck. His hand wrapped his throat as he threw a few strong fists. Hoseok’s nose and lips were bleeding too. Hoseok was about to pass out when JungKook dragged him outside. Men that were waiting ran towards them immediately and grabbed Hoseok. 

“Take him and make sure he does not die... Yet”

When they took Hoseok out you got out of the car and hugged JungKook. He buried his head to your neck and his long fingers caressed your hair. You pulled away and he grabbed your chin gently. His lips that found yours reassured you you were safe again. 

JungKook never let your hand go as he drove to his mansion. After the tiring night, you fall asleep in his comfortable bed between his arms. Though JungKook had to leave to finish what he could not finish earlier.

When the men saw the car they opened the door wide open. JungKook casually walk in to find Hoseok on a chair and tied up just like he did to you. JungKook pulled his hair so Hoseok had to face him.

“Someone like you should have thought better.”

JungKook walked around him and grabbed one of his tied hands.

“Did you touch her with these fingers?”

He asked and grabbed Hoseok’s thumb. With a faint sound, his thumb was broken and Hoseok was in incredible pain. Another finger followed and Hoseok tried to stop JungKook.

“I will give you the phone record...”

JungKook stopped for a moment. A big card upon his sleeve in return of his life. JungKook did not want to let Hoseok go but he wanted to get rid of YoonHae too. Thinking for a few minutes he accepted Hoseok’s offer.

“Alright...”

Then they went straight to his flat. Losing no time JungKook urged Hoseok to lead the way. Hoseok walked by the hallway and entered the room in the end. He gestured the safe and asked for JungKook to untie him. Chuckling JungKook turned around and asked for the password.

“275691″

Was Hoseok’s simple answer as the defeat was obvious in his voice. The untrackable black phone was in the safe. When Jungkook grabbed it Hoseok told him where he could find the record.

When JungKook listened to the small talk they had on you he was satisfied. Leaving Hoseok’s hand his own pocket knife he walked away.

“I will send a ticket to Switzerland...Don’t think of coming back or I won’t let you live.”

Hoseok cursed as he tried to cut the rope.

“This motherfucking crazy bastard just left me like this, huh?”

JungKook did not even hear as he was already in his car. Much to his surprise, it buzzed in his hand. It was YoonHae and he answered. YoonHae was dumbfounded when she heard JungKook’s voice.

“Your man failed... So did you.”

Next Chapter

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

Dance With Me?

A/N: The other day I got an ask about this universe, and it sparked my creativity! So here’s another installment, and a new fusion that I’m super excited to introduce to y’all! Also I really love writing in this universe, it gives me a chance to show how much multishipper trash I am. Enjoy!

Masterpost

Warnings (let me know if there’s anything I should add!): Deceit, implied/refrenced NSFW (blink and you’ll miss it), flirting, self-deprecation, anxious thoughts

Through fusion, Roman had come to realize something. He was completely, totally, utterly in love. And not just with one person, either. He was in love with all of them: Logan, Patton, and Virgil. Whether he was part of Amor with Patton, or if he was just himself, he loved them all dearly. The only problem was, he didn’t quite know what to do about it. So far, all he had been doing was fusing and deflecting. Unfortunately, the only one he had been fusing with was Patton, and not that he didn’t love Patton, but he was curious as to what it would be like fusing with the others. But Virgil seemed rather averse to fusing, and Logan was, well, Logan. So Roman was left moping, wandering around the mindscape and unsure of what to do.

An agonized, frustrated sigh came from Logan’s room. Roman paused by his door, unsure if he heard correctly. His hand hovered by the door, uncertain if he should knock or not. He lowered his hands, and fidgeted with his princely attire, before raising his hand once again to knock.

“Roman, do come in. I can practically hear you internally debating on whether or not you should knock,” Logan’s voice came, before he even had the chance to knock. Roman chuckled to himself, and opened the door to Logan’s room. Logan was sitting at his desk, notes strewn all over. He had clearly been running his hands through his hair, as it was a ruffled mess. Which honestly, was quite an adorable look on the logical side.

“What’s the matter, specs? You seem a little… frazzled,” Roman commented, walking over and plopping himself on top of Logan’s desk. Papers fluttered off of the desk, earning Roman an exasperated glare from Logan.

“This whole fusion thing has me a bit… frustrated. I wish to learn more, but Virgil isn’t too keen on fusing, and I feel like I’m invading Amor’s privacy,” Logan sighed. A smile crept over Roman’s face, and he hopped off of Logan’s desk, holding out a hand to him.

“Dance with me?” he asked softly, a warm and inviting look in his eyes. Logan flushed slightly, fidgeting with his glasses.

“I… Roman, what-” Logan stuttered. Roman reached out and took Logan’s hand, pulling him up to his feet and causing a small yelp to escape his lips.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” Roman teased, guiding Logan to the center of the room.

“Roman, I hardly see how this will help. Besides, I’m not a dancer,” Logan protested. Roman simply smiled, and snapped his fingers. Soft classical music began to play, and Logan’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“How did you do that, this is my room,” Logan frowned.

“Guess you subconsciously want to dance,” Roman shrugged. He took Logan’s other hand, and brought it up to rest on his shoulder. He kept his other hand clasped with Logan’s, while his now free hand rested on Logan’s lower back. Roman began to gently sway to the music, taking Logan along with him.

“I still don’t see how this is going to help,” Logan huffed.

“You’re too uptight! I think you need to loosen up a bit,” Roman replied, grinning cheekily. He tugged Logan closer to him, gently twirling the both of them. Logan clung to Roman, thrown a bit off balance by the sudden movement.

“A little warning, next time?” Logan muttered.

“Oh? So you wouldn’t object to doing it again?” Roman teased. Logan rolled his eyes.

“You are insufferable,” Logan replied, though a small smile had slipped onto his face. Roman chuckled warmly, the sound reverberating in his chest. Logan began to slowly move along with Roman, instead of being tugged along by him, and Roman’s heart swelled at the realization. Roman pulled him closer still, pleasantly surprised when Logan melted into the touch and willingly moved closer.

A soft glow slowly began to envelop the two of them, and soon the light had grown to fill the whole room. When the light cleared, the room had changed drastically, and Roman and Logan were no longer there. Instead there was just one man, still swaying and twirling to the soft classical music. The fusion opened his eyes, suddenly realizing he wasn’t two people anymore. He glanced around, taking in the room around him. It now resembled a mad scientist’s laboratory, with lab tables cluttered with beakers and various scientific instruments. There was one table in the center that was free of clutter, and just beyond that was a large mirror hanging on the wall. The fusion rushed over to it, eager to take in his appearance. He wore a white lab coat over a dark blue dress shirt, black dress pants, and brown dress shoes. He also wore a deep red tie, and a pair of red lab goggles were propped up on his head.

“Oh, hel-lo there,” he murmured appreciatively. He turned from side to side, taking in his full appearance. After a moment or two of examining his reflection, he stepped away from the mirror and looked around his lab.

“Well, first day of being me, what should I do?” he wondered aloud, rubbing his hands together excitedly. He stepped over to one of the lab tables, but suddenly froze in his tracks, his face lighting up.

“Wait, I need to tell the others!” he cried, darting to the door and rushing out into the hallway. His excited demeanor quickly deflated when at first glance, no one was out in the hallway. However, once he turned around, he saw a lone figure wearing headphones walking down the hall.

“Virgil!” the fusion cried out. The side in question jumped, tearing his headphones off and turning to glare at him.

“Roman, what the- wait,” Virgil frowned, squinting at the man in front of him. The fusion merely smirked expectantly at him.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. How on earth did Roman convince Logan to fuse?” Virgil scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I- actually, I believe this was an accident. Logan was frustrated, Roman was flirtatious, they danced, and bam! I’m here, gracing you with my glorious presence,” he explained, hands gesturing wildly.

“Wonderful. You got a name?” Virgil muttered. The fusion’s eyes grew wide, and a contemplative look came over his face.

“Hmm… I believe my name is… Favian! Yes, truly a fitting name! After all, it means ‘man of wisdom’ and ‘brave’, which fits me quite well,” he proudly proclaimed.

“Well Favian, it’s good to meet you, I guess,” Virgil said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It is quite wonderful to meet you as well, Virgil,” Favian replied, his tone cool and… sultry?

“I- uh, yeah. You know, I bet you wanna meet Patton- er, well I guess you technically already know him cause Roman and Logan know him but-”

“Well I see that there’s not a new fusion,” a cold voice interrupted from behind Virgil, causing him to jump and let out a shout of surprise. He whirled around and scowled at Deceit.

“If everyone could stop giving me a heart attack today, that would be fantastic,” Virgil huffed. Deceit opened his mouth to retort something, but Favian leapt in front of Virgil and stared him down.

“Not another word, Deceit,” Favian growled, and tried to summon Roman’s sword. However, what he instead got was a small silver object with a glowing blue light at the end. He frowned, inspecting the object in his hand.

“Is that-”

“It’s a sonic screwdriver!” Favian exclaimed, cutting Virgil off. He tossed the sonic up, watching it flip in midair before he caught it again. Deceit frowned, and tried once again to say something, but Favian cut him off again.

“I was expecting maybe a high-tech or sci-fi sword of some sort, but this is so much better! I’m just like the Doctor! Which means Virgil is my lovely companion, and you… hmm. Not a Dalek or Cyberman, both of those things are far too methodical, and you, my good sir, do not follow any sort of logic,” Favian rambled, twirling the sonic between his fingers as he talked.

“Don’t shut up,” Deceit hissed.

“Gladly. Perhaps a weeping angel? You’re certainly creepy enough…” he continued, trailing off when Deceit growled at him.

“You’re not annoying, and this fusion will last. After all, Logan and Roman are so similar and get along so well,” Deceit snapped. Favian’s brow furrowed, and he glared at Deceit.

“Oh no you don’t, I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to make me unstable, like you did to Amor! But it’s not going to work, because I like being me, fiend!” Favian declared, jabbing his finger into Deceit’s face. However, doing so caused him to unintentionally poke his scaly cheek. Deceit jumped back, hissing at the lab coat-clad fusion. Favian looked surprised for a moment, but then raised an eyebrow, grinning.

“Your scales are not quite the texture I expected… what do you do to keep them so smooth? Is there moisturizer for scales? Are there other snake-like qualities you have? Open your mouth for me, would you?” Favian rambled, creeping closer to him. Deceit started to edge away, looking quite like a startled cat.

“I- uh- have very important things to do,” Deceit squeaked. Virgil smirked at Deceit’s sudden attitude change, earning a glare from the snake-like side.

“Well, ordinarily I would let you go, but everything you say is a lie, Deceit. Which means you don’t have anything better to do,” Favian replied before Deceit could say anything else. Virgil let out a slight chuckle at that, and Favian beamed.

“Do keep laughing, don’t help me!” Deceit hissed.

“Whatever you say, Deceit,” Virgil laughed, giving an exaggerated shrug. Deceit growled in frustration, and with a snap of his fingers, he was gone.

“Aww, I wanted to see if he had fangs or a forked tongue! I also was curious about something else, did you know that snakes have a double-”

“Don’t finish that sentence!” Virgil exclaimed.

“But I just want to know if Deceit has-” “No, I know where this is going, stop it. He may be an asshole-”

“Understatement,” Favian muttered.

“But that doesn’t mean we need to invade his privacy, alright dude?” Virgil scolded, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Favian let out a long sigh.

“Fiiine, I’ll leave him alone. But I wanted to do something exciting! Something science-y, something adventurous!” Favian exclaimed. Virgil huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.

“Not everything has to be an adventure, you know. Sometimes it’s nice to just… I don’t know, chill or whatever,” Virgil pointed out with a soft smile. Favian was silent for a moment, pondering over what Virgil had said. He twirled his sonic between his fingers, watching its movements before glancing back at Virgil. The anxious side still had that rare soft smile on his face, and the sight of it made Favian’s heart rate accelerate.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Virgil demanded, the smile slipping off of his face and a scowl replacing it. Favian deflated slightly, ceasing his fiddling with his sonic and tucking it into his lab coat pocket.

“My apologies. I’m afraid I got distracted,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Nah it’s cool, you just kinda freaked me out for a sec there,” Virgil replied, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a half smile.

“Why don’t you smile more?” Favian blurted. Virgil froze, and instantly the fusion was mortified at the words that had escaped his mouth.

“I… um-”

“I’m sorry, just ignore me. That was a foolish thing to say, I wasn’t thinking. I’ll leave you alone now, it’s clear I have only been a bother,” Favian cut Virgil off, and turned to walk back into his room. However, he was halted by a hand on his arm. He turned back around to see Virgil with a conflicted expression on his face.

“Hey, I get it. Logan’s curiosity combined with Roman’s lack of a filter can cause a bit of an issue. That doesn’t make you an idiot. And… to answer your question…” Virgil pauses for a moment, taking a shaky breath. “I’m Anxiety, Favian. Positivity is pretty hard to come by.”

“Don’t let Patton hear you talk like that,” Favian muttered. Virgil let out a light chuckle, and a small smile slipped onto Favian’s face at the sound.

“Hey now, that wasn’t a laugh or anything relating to a smile. That was just me… breathing,” Virgil snarked when he saw Favian’s smile.

“Oh? Well, such erratic breathing habits cannot be healthy… perhaps some tests are in order?” he asked with a teasing lilt. Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Nothing stops you, huh? I think I’ll pass, Favian. But one last thing,” Virgil said, his tone turning serious.

“Yes?” Favian replied, his voice trembling slightly.

“You’re not an idiot, or a fool, or anything like that. Sure, you blurt things out and are a little eccentric, but you’re clever and witty too. You got Deceit to go away by talking him to death so that he couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I know I wouldn’t have been able to think of that,” Virgil said, his voice firm yet comforting. Favian’s eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed slightly.

“Thank you, Virgil,” he said softly. He stepped forward, almost involuntarily, and reached out to place a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. A blush crept onto Virgil’s face, but he didn’t break away from the contact.

“You’re- uh- you’re welcome,” Virgil breathed. Their faces were now mere inches apart, and Favian leaned in to place a kiss on Virgil’s cheek. It was a brief brush of the lips against Virgil’s face, but the action made Virgil’s blush grow deeper nonetheless.

“Thank you,” Favian whispered again, then pulled away from Virgil. He spun on his heel, walking back to his room and leaving Virgil standing in the hall.

Virgil watched Favian walk back into his room. Part of him wanted to rush over and demand answers, but the rest of him was too busy replaying that moment over and over again in his head. Favian had kissed him. Well, not really kiss him, more of a feather-light touch of his lips on Virgil’s cheek, but he had kissed him. What did that mean? Did Logan like Virgil? Did Roman like Virgil? Did both of them like him? And why was there a part of Virgil that wondered what it would be like if Favian kissed him again, really kissed him?

The anxious side buried his face in his hands with a groan. In any case, he had to talk to someone about this. So Virgil brought his face up from his hands, and turned to walk down the hall. Time to find his best friend.

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[n-anon]

Entertainment

Description: A nice man entertains Chases kids when the father isn’t looking ;)

TW: brief mentions of alcohol, Anti being creepy and breaking the fourth wall a bit?

“Aww, c’mon, you can’t end it off like that!” The child groaned, the man turned his head looking a bit smug, “I can too.” The girl sat on her bed, fiddling with a loose thread on the pillow, “But you were jus’ gettin’ to the good part! I wanna know what happened!” the mans brow furrowed at the two kids, “Hmm…I understand, but it ain’t that easy~ Ya see, the story….it doesn’t have an ending yet.” The kids both looked wide-eyed, “Whoa, really? You mean you’re writing it?” The mans eyes flashed for a moment, his smirk widening, “Mhm….tell ya what, I’ll tell ya the rest-if you manage to beat me in a game of hide and seek.” The girl stood up, eyes determined, ‘You’re on.” Ruffling her hair affectionately the figure chuckled, “…….You’re determined, ain’t ya? Now…go hide.” 

The kids giggled as he closed his eyes, finally letting out a wild laugh, once all movement he could hear ceased he opened his eyes, “Ready or not, here I come….” He got up, rushing down the hallways towards rooms, opening closets, even looking behind curtains, “Hmm..I wonder where they could be?” He said teasingly, annoyance rippled in his chest for a moment, it would all be worth it, he reassured himself, a giggle came from underneath the couch, he turned off the hall light, red eerie lights glowed down the hallway, leading to an empty staircase and to the children's bedroom, he looked underneath, smiling with sharp teeth at the two pinpricks of eyes he could make out, they screamed and made a break for it down the hall, he sprinted after them, hearing a scream he turned, the girl was in the corner, in his excitement he had forgotten to look..normal.

He snarled, snatching her, the game done, they both cried and sounded hysterical, he threw them in the room and smiled at them both, menacingly hovering, He heard a lighter flick on for a moment, along with the familiar whir of a camera, he felt adrenaline rush through him, power flow through his veins as a million eyes widened in fear at the sight of him, he relished in it for a moment, the attention. They were here….Perfect timing. He stepped forward, the girl nearly screamed, crashing into the bedside table, holding her brother close, footsteps came behind him, their father’s presence was right behind him, he grinned, turning around, “WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE THEY?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” Chase’s voice was pleading, desperate for answers, he swayed as he walked forward, and drunk. He felt his eye glow, new powers were always fun to test out, he would deal with the kids later, eyeing the father with a smirk, and rushed towards him, breath right on the fathers ear, “Hey Chase, you’re just in time, wan̖̦͚n̠̬͔a̗̙̳ ̡̲̩p̡̠͇ļ͖̜a̞̩̩y̟͙̥ ̡̳̼ḁ͓̩ game?~”

A/N: Thank you guys so much for 31 followers?! I meant to do this at 30 but I thought I might wait for the anniversary of Dark Silence considering the topic ;) But this took me about 2 days.....Let me know what ya think, constructive criticism is welcome! (and if ya wanna be added to the tag list let me know)

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